People never would know, but when I was in 3rd grade I had my front tooth chipped off.
After I went to second grade... I went to China for a year, because my dad had some work to do there. Unfortunately..... I had to go to school there. It actually wasn't that bad, considering how I already knew how to speak Chinese (You know how little kids learn the native language just by listening? Well, I sorta learned two at once. It's pretty cool). So.... in China.. schools are MASSIVE. There's a huge courtyard in front of the school, and the school is like... 6 stories tall. In the courtyard out in front, there is this flag-post on a stone platform. In the morning, the flag is raised and all of the school watches out in front. Well, the platform has steps leading up, and there are chains surrounding the perimeter... and every morning when I get to school, I run up the steps and jump over the chains, back onto the ground. So, this "fateful" morning, my mother and I are walking to the school, (She taught english there) and I run ahead. She is talking with another teacher, and doesn't mind me. I run up the steps carelessly, and take a jump. I shouldn't have. I jumped too late, and my foot caught on the chains. I swung around, and my face smashed against the cement pavement of the courtyard. I can't scream for pain, because I was literally "DYING"! I couldn't even yell, or signal my mother or the teacher, because I had fell behind the platform, out of sight of them. So I stuck my foot up, hoping they would see, and a short moment later, they run up, and see my bloody face. Ten minutes later, I am at the hospital, I have a huge chip out of my front teeth, and my whole face is scarred up.
Luckily, a couple years ago, back here, I went and got my teeth fixed, and now they are perfectly fine.