Do you remember finding out that Santa wasn’t real? If I remember correctly (it was thirty years ago, so I may be a little fuzzy on the details), it took me about two Christmases to put the pieces together.
Christmas 1981 I was a bit suspicious. I snuck out of bed Christmas Eve and saw my parents putting presents under the tree. I took this information back to bed with me, and discussed it with the neighbor boys. The older one (if I was 8, he was 10), must have known, but he humored his little brother and I, because I still wasn’t sure.
Christmas 1982 I found a receipt on my dad’s dresser for a dollhouse, This was the dark ages, and the receipt was hand written and said, “Natural Wood Dollhouse.” I was excited, but again, kept this information to myself. Christmas morning, sure enough, I did receive a natural wood dollhouse (that my dad proceeded to assemble for me over the next few months). Only the gift tag said it was from Santa.
Honestly, I was cool with it; I had a kick ass dollhouse. When did you figure out about Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy? Was it traumatic or kind of a “huh, that kind of makes sense” sort of scenario?