On Dentists and Flying Monkeys by Deb Trotter

Deb Trotter
Nov 8 · 4 min read
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When I was six my mom took me to the dentist for the first time. Dr. Forbes, his name was.

Big old man. Voice from a gravel pit. Hooked nose, skinny little glasses, and hands the size of a Mack Truck.

Can you imagine the size of Dr. Forbes fingers, if his hands were that large?

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Deb Trotter

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Deb Trotter has worked as an actress, writer, artist, and a voice-over announcer for ESPN. She loves living in Wyoming and enjoys traveling and writing.

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