Hi, my name is John Herman and I used to have a space between my two front teeth. This space set me far apart from all my peers growing up, and I used to be leagues beyond their pathetic normality due to my epic gap of attractiveness. My gaping teeth were known all over my 2,000 square foot elementary school. With only a quick flash of my smile, heads swung around so quickly that the lookers would faint with dizziness. Whenever I walked down those halls, people gazed with contempt and jealousy at my gleaming choppers. Not only did my teeth cap off my stunning good looks, but they also aided me in my journey to become the social butterfly that I am today. “Never visited the Grand Canyon?”, I would ask my fellow comrades, “Here is what it looks like!” Cheesing so hard that my face burned crimson, I saved my friends thousands of dollars on a trip to the national park in Arizona with my pearly whites. Tragically, all good things must come to an end. As for my dental chasm of sexiness, there was no differing story to be found. In my parents’ eyes, family pictures trumped all, and apparently my teeth needed some sort of “correction.” Dragging my kicking and screaming body to the orthodontist, my mother was dead set on eradicating any sort of happiness that I may have possessed. She made me get braces. The braces pulled and pulled at my teeth for months until my pride was no more. To this day, I have not forgotten the glory days where my inter-tooth void defined my personality, but sadly I will now have to live the rest of my life with straight teeth.