It's Aloha Friday. You know the drill.Today's question is:
How old were you when stopped believing in Santa?
I believed for a really long time. The last year I believed was 5th grade. So I was 10 or 11 years old. I loved Santa but was terrified of him. Even now, I feel some anxiety when I see him. I guess that terror from my childhood is ingrained in my brain synapses or something. I always had to go see him though, and through lots of tears I managed to tell him my wishes.
I took Bobby to see Santa before Thanksgiving--I like to beat the rush. He was "that kid". Blood-curdling screams. Mall walkers stopping to see who was being subjected to horrific torture. The tears started flowing and there was no way he was going to sit on that man's lap, so I stepped in and sat next to Santa and held Bobby for the picture. Unfortunately, I think Bobby has inherited my "kringlephobia".
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I don't remember exactly but I think I was around 8.
Trick question for me since I am Jewish ;)
I don't remember although I was ready to beat a kid w/ a wet noodle who rides my kid's bus. He stood up last year & announced there was no Santa to all of the little ones! My 5 yr old apparently told him in no uncertain terms that he was wrong!
I still believe!! not the man but the magic!
When I was a third grader I got into an argument with a 4th grader about it...and my mom had to break it to me.
I don't remember!
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