My mother went to mend my teeth with me this Monday. I can't remember how many times I went to the dentist's office. I started to fill my teeth from junior high school until the University was still there. Even though I have been there so many times, I still feel a little nervous when I go there. Because the sound of molars is very hard to hear, plus an unpleasant smell. The line of defense in my heart is damaged. But when I filled my teeth, I was not so nervous. It was just a little sour. In the end, I survived. I hope you won't go to that place again.