The Tooth Fairy

When I was younger, I had heard about the tooth fairy from my friends and was dying to loose my first tooth so that she would visit me. As you can imagine I was overjoyed when I found out that one of my teeth was loose. I waited and waited for it to fall out but it seemed to take forever (actually it was just a week or so). Then, one day I looked in the mirror and realized that it was gone. I hadn't noticed I had lost until that point and I found out the terribly sad truth that I had accidentally swallowed it. I cried for hours and my dad, desperately trying to console me (more like trying to get me to shut up) made up some far fetched story that kind of went like this: "When I was younger, I also swallowed my tooth and was very sad. But the tooth fairy can do anything, so she went down my throat and fetched the tooth from my stomach. I'm sure she'll be able to get your tooth too!" I actually believed him - that the tooth fairy could fit down someone's esophagus without choking them and survive the high levels of acidity of stomach acid. I think my dad didn't realize he was telling this to a six-year-old. I was terrified at that story and instead of being comforted I was even more upset at the thought. I think I was kind of relieved when I figured out that the tooth fairy wasn't real and that it was my parents the whole time. So that's my wild childhood belief. (Please see prompt.)