I hate it when you reach that age where you find out that everything you've ever believed in and loved isn't real. Unfortunately I reached that age really early.
When I was six years old I was in the car with my mum and I said,
"Mum, tell me the truth. Santa isn't real is he?"
And she paused and said,
"Don't tell your brother."
(My brother is 18 months older than me)
"Mum, tell me the truth. Santa isn't real is he?"
And she paused and said,
"Don't tell your brother."
(My brother is 18 months older than me)
I decided then and there that just because I knew the truth it didn't mean I had to believe that either. So still to this day, I prefer fairies, unicorns, mermaids and love to racism, sexism, war and hate.
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