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My Tooth Fairy Speech

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Mommy, how do I kill the tooth fairy?
I hated the tooth fairy. Okay, I still hate the tooth fairy. But I mean come on! A small, winged person comes into your room while you’re sleeping and exchanges a piece of your body for money. I’m pretty sure that’s only legal in Nevada.
When I first discovered this mythical creature, I was four, and had a newly loose tooth.
“The tooth fairy will be coming tonight,” my mother said.
Girl was lying to me; I did not believe one word that lying witch uttered.
So… I did what any normal four year old would do:
I broke into my parent's’ wallet and marked all of their dollar bills with a highlighter.
And guess what? I woke up with highlighted bill under my pillow. Who woulda thunk?
I ran into my parents bedroom screaming “I HAVE PROOF, I HAVE PROOF! THE TOOTH FAIRY IS FAKE AND YOU LIED TO ME!”
And I was right… and broke; never got another cent from the tooth fairy.
Yet, that fateful day, I learned the most important word of my life; my mother looked at me with a whimsical glance and said, “My curious boy.”
I don’t know why she talks like that.
But that word, curious, stuck with me. Curiosity instigates change, governs the governors. Yet, our curiosity is fading, and the consequences are evident. From indifference to stagnation, we aren't asking questions.
That’s just it, isn’t it? To question is to know, and knowledge is a prerequisite to informed decision making.
Therefore, it is necessary to examine our fading curiosity and its effects.

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