600-word tooth extraction composition

In daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is my 600-word' Tooth Extraction Composition' for your reference only. Let's have a look.

I found that my deciduous teeth were loose these two days. We could have waited for the deciduous teeth to fall off slowly, but the permanent teeth had already grown out, so we had to "sacrifice" the deciduous teeth first and give way to the permanent teeth. Because of the epidemic, it is too inconvenient to go to hospitals and dental clinics, so my mother said that she could only use the indigenous method of her childhood: tie the deciduous teeth with a rope, and they will fall off when pulled hard. As soon as I heard this method, I cried, broke away from my father's hand and shouted and refused to cooperate. The whole family took turns to persuade me, but I didn't listen to a word, so I just hid in my room. They can't do anything about me, just comfort me to pull it out tomorrow.

I lay on the bed trembling, shook that annoying deciduous tooth and found it particularly loose. I thought, it's over. I fell asleep and my tooth fell out. What should I do if I swallow it and get stuck in my throat? But when I think of the pain of tooth extraction and the appearance of blood in my mouth, I have no courage to get up and pull it out. But wouldn't it be worse if the teeth fell into the trachea and suffocated? I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I can't sleep tonight anyway. I made up my mind: pull!

Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. Dad will pull it out. I will be gentle and definitely not painful. " My mother gave me a gentle hug to relax me. I opened my tight mouth, and my father gently covered my deciduous teeth with a thin thread. I was so scared in my heart that my sweat came out unconsciously and my tears couldn't help snapping away. I cried and said, "Dad, you can play after I count 123." As a result, my teeth flew out of my mouth before I finished counting. Ah! What's the matter? The tooth has been pulled out like this! I was surprised and happy, only to find that it didn't hurt at all. Dad said cheerfully, "Look at you. Your teeth are about to fall out. I didn't try my best. " My "wonderful performance" was ridiculous, which ruined my grandmother and my sister, two "people who eat melons".

It turns out that pulling teeth at home is not so terrible. I really scared myself! I'll be brave next time and won't be laughed at by my grandmother and sister.