i was about 8. my mom recuited me and my sister to help her find her glasses and i was looking through her dresser drawers (no idea why) and i found me and my sister's christmas lists from years past, along with our baby teeth. needless to say, it was a crushing day. i had begun to suspect, but my sister was only 6 so she was far more upset. how about you guys? when and how did you discover the awful truth?
God an santa were "always" the same in my mind... that is, both stories grown-ups told kids to teach them about something. I have no idea how I understood that concept... but I don't remember thinking any other way... ever. Although I did once ponder the easter bunny when I was 3, my grandma was pretty convincing with her story of him hopping in and leaving me a basket... but I pictured it in my head, and ruled it as false. After that I came to the definite conclusion that grownups told me this craziness because I was a kid, not because it was the truth. The question why was asked to many a headache after that LOL God and santa no way... easter bunny... ehhhhhhh, nahhhh being a kid was awesome.
yea, around 8 or 9...i forget. i had suspected, but really didn't know. i mean, i was going towards knowing one christmas, but came back from a party after midnight with my parents and heard sleighbells above, so as a little kid i believed them to be from santa going from roof to roof, which got me back to believing again i'm gonna say 9 though. i think 8 would be too young for me. my sister didn't find out though, at that point she still believed for a couple more years
yeah, my mom was pretty thorough with the whole ruse so it was easy to believe. she did a very good job of disguising her handwriting on presents from santa and stuff like that.
I knew shortly after I turned 7. A girl on the playground told me, and when I approached my mother, she told me. I have a good relationship with my mother; we can rely on and trust one another. I love the sleigh bells story, fitz!!! When I was young, my parents got a man to dress up as Santa when we had our extended family Christmas one year - and they had us just bouncing off the walls!
I think I was around 8-9. I had my suspitions for a while. We'd have this thing each year were the town would all pitch in and buy prezzies for their kids, pile it in this sack and nominate someone to be 'Santa' and ride in a fire truck to the community hall to pass out the gifts for the kids. I remember that year it was one of our neighbours. Most bizzare looking Santa you'd ever see. He had a huge grey beard, a beer gut, and tattoos all up and down his arms, everyone called him Wolf. I dont think he was even dressed right: A red singlet and jeans. Very Australianised Santa. Anyway it was soon after I recieved my own gift that I went to my parents and just asked if Santa was real or not. No use lying so they told me that no he wasn't. Pretty simple. As for the easter bunny, my dad told me that my grandad shot it and ate it for lunch.
there are plenty of adults following religions that, on a basic level, aren't too far off from santa and the easter bunny. but i'm not saying that god is like a big pink bunny that brings chocolate eggs. i don't want to offend the religious people on here.
I think I was about 9 years old. We had a serious conversation in school (among my classmates). And well... the magic is gone since...
Can you someone tell me? What is the truth? Is it true he killed JohnF Kennedy and everything else was a big conspiracy?
well my dad almost always had to work on the actual 25th of december so santa was always just a kind of story thing to begin with. i don't think anyone ever tried to tell me it was anything real. although my parants would sometimes say, when i had a pretty good idea what they were going to get me, and they really couldn't afford anything else, "well, we'll just have to see what santa brings too". but i don't think i ever took that as anything more litteral then code for whatever good fortune brings us a chance to, or if one of ma's relatives sent us anything. santa was always just that night before christermas story, and a metaphore for unexpected good fortune arround that time. we usually had our opening presents on whatever day dad had off nearest to that time, anywhere up to three or four days before, to maybe a couple of days after. just depending on what day of the week it fell on that year. working in certain kinds of jobs where there has to be someone there all the time, if they've got a good union, holidays mean double time and a half rather then actual days off. =^^= .../\...