When I was in third grade, the dentist decided I should have a couple of permanent teeth pulled because my mouth was too small. I was terrified. I had the shot and lay there in the chair, and when I came out, I opened my mouth and asked my mother how it looked, and she said that the dentist didn't pull my tooth; he decided it wasn't ready. Nice of someone to tell the patient!! So, I refused to go back to the dentist for about 15 years, until my wisdom teeth insisted on being removed. A few years later, my husband convinced me to go get a cleaning, and then I had to go back for a couple of fillings. That was at least five years ago. I can't remember exactly. But I always brush at least twice a day!!