Not sure who this little girl is, but she's expressing the feeling I had.
I was sitting on a water park roller coaster, somewhat like Disneyland's Splash Mountain meets Space Mountain. The stream of people on the roller coaster was endless, as in there was no gaps between cars, just a steady flow of people. I was sitting behind an Asian guy I knew from high school and in front of my cousin Nick. The ride was fairly smooth and we started our ascent, right before the huge drop. Suddenly the ride just stopped. That's when I noticed we were at a completely vertical incline, and then I was dangling 200 feet off the ground by the car railing. Strangely I was calm. My only thought was that if I dropped, my butt would slam into the faces of all the young Hispanic kids behind me (See this is how I knew the water park was in LA) Then I realized I could trade one of my teeth for a (Mario?) platform to safety. I didn't get to choose my teeth, so they took one of my upper canines, and my cousin and I had a solid platform appear under us that prevented us from falling (sorry to everyone else!)
At this point, I must've forgotten we were on a water park ride, because I got up to check in the mirror how I looked without my tooth. I had apparently not been paying enough attention, because more than one tooth was missing, and I looked somewhat like a deranged old cat lady. I was pleased with this (???) and decided I wouldn't need dentures because it was barely noticeable. At that point one more tooth fell out, and I realized it was my last baby tooth.
Conclusion: I was happy that my last baby tooth came out. It didn't strike me as odd at the time that I was 24 and still had baby teeth, but I remember feeling pleased that I didn't have to floss in that spot for now.
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