Tell Me Narrative

I’m about to tell you an amazing story. . . . When I was a little girl, about six years old, I was playing on a play structure. I fell off the bars onto the ground and my tooth fell out! It was the happiest—then again, saddest—time ever. I was laughing because I was waiting and waiting for it to come out, but I was crying because it hurt.
When I came home, I told my parents. They congratulated me and put my tooth in a little box. At lunch time, I was just eating mushy foods; I hated it! Finally, it was time to go to sleep. I was in bed and I remembered, I put my tooth under my pillow, but I forgot to write a letter. I wrote one right away: “Dear Tooth Fairy, I’m so excited I lost my tooth, but it hurts when I eat. So can you please make it