I was 8I was 5 years old. My mom throe a ball through the window pretending that Santa did it, but the problem was that she hit me with and started to cry, she fell so guilty that she ran to embrace me and right there I get the idea. I was 8 as well. I was sleeping in the same room as the tree because there were so many people staying all night. I saw my dad carrying in the huge stuffed animal which "Santa" brought me. I never told them that was why I stopped believing. you mean there's no santa
5I was about 10 years old. But I wish that I still believed, I remember Christmas being so exciting, Now it still is but no Sanat? wtfi dnt membr when i was but my son knew when he was 7 it was heart breakin 5th grade so like 9#If you have any other info about this subject , Please add it free.# |
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