First Dental Visit

I will never forget the first time I went to the dentist. People around the world believe that going to the dentist is a torture. ´It will be the worst experience of your life´ they said to me. Photos of someone opening your mouth and putting something inside my mouth gave me jumps of anxiety. All that tools around the dental office, the shiny knives, the immaculate white room and the image of the doctor’s perfect teeth, all that made my heart rate increased and I felt like I was on a roller coaster. Because my first time in a dental office was not as everyone- and including myself expected to be.
It was a winter day and my mother and I got up at 5:00 a.m. to arrive early at the Dental office. When I arrived to the office a wave of emotions and the unpleasant smell of medicine leaped over me, and there were already people formed and waited for the doctor. The waiting room was white and on each wall there were plastered dramatic photos of a healthy and dirty mouth, of healthy teeth and teeth with decays, or ´Before/After´ photos. While my mother sat in an empty chair, I felt the increment in my blood pressure as I waited to hear from the receptionist each patient’s name. Clusters of magazines were lying on the brown shiny table, each one screaming out images of the human mouth. I looked at every corner of the room.
About one hour after I arrived, a man of robust complexion, piercing eyes, a forged smile, and with a white robe entered and greeted us. The first thing I saw