Yesterday’s email presented me with the opportunity to order “Highlights” magazine. A sudden flood of mixed memories engulfed my brain. The dentist subscribed to “Highlights.” This was where my love/hate relationship with dental procedures began.
First of all, on the door to the office was the name ”Geo.” We kids thought that was a silly name, not understanding it was the shortened version of “George.” Second, there was a treasure chest in the dentist’s office, full of miniature figurines and odd stuff. You could play for hours with it – and sometimes we had to since three of us kids were visiting on occasion. Third, the magazine. It was fun to read!
That’s the end of the fun. I think Geo earned his halo for putting up with kids. He didn’t tolerate tears well, and when you had to have a tooth pulled, wisdom or not, you got the Novocain and that was it. I didn’t mind the tooth-pulling, but I hated the cleaning and the cavity filling.
Now, you won’t find a magazine at the dentist or doctor. Or a treasure trove of toys and entertainment. Think of all those germs we ingested as kids playing with other kids’ germs?
We didn’t know how lucky we were!
Ummm…. when I opened this post I thought I was going to learn about new hair coloring trends. I need new ideas.
But I remember Highlights. Gufus and Gallant.