Growing up, I was fortunate, and let’s be honest, sometimes unfortunate, to be rocking a set of braces on my teeth—bright blue rubber bands included. If you know, you know. The summer before freshman year, I found out that the love-hate relationship with my grill gear would be coming to an end. But as my fellow metal mouthers know, the journey of maintenance continues with a little something called a retainer. And that’s where my story begins...