Friday, August 27, 2010

santa is better than reality;

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)

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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