Caporegime
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It’s the first time that a wonderful and innocent part of your childhood is over forever.
We're very lucky if that's the case for our kids. It's not for many sadly.
It’s the first time that a wonderful and innocent part of your childhood is over forever.
0 year old knew before last xmas. Heartbreakingly sad that the magic is no more.
I used to wait until they came to bed, give it 30 mins & go look if they had left stuff out, give it another 30 mins & wake them up, we were all ****** the next day but there was zero chance of sleeping anyway.
Wow. Bare faced lying. I just don't get itMy two 8 and 9 still believe but they have questioned it before when kids at school have told them he's not real but we just told them those kids were probably naughty so Santa didn't come to them and their parents had to get them the presents instead.
You did a lot of growing up that year right.My brother told me when I was around 6 or 7 (I think it was the last christmas before both my parents died), my mum was livid that he told me.
Exact same for me.The year I started secondary school (age 12), my parents sat me down that Christmas and told me that Santa wasn't real. A bit mean, but I guess 12 was quite old really for still believing.
Pretty much. After a few days at my bro and sis dads house, my grandparents took me in and became my guardians. They did their best and I am forever grateful, well at least I am not out and about robbing people or murdering anyone who ****** me off. IIRC, my grandad passed the summer before I started secondary school. That summer my cousin moved in with me and my gran as his mum died along with my parents in the same accident, but he lived with his dad for a few years after before joining us.You did a lot of growing up that year right.
Pretty much. After a few days at my bro and sis dads house, my grandparents took me in and became my guardians. They did their best and I am forever grateful, well at least I am not out and about robbing people or murdering anyone who ****** me off. IIRC, my grandad passed the summer before I started secondary school. That summer my cousin moved in with me and my gran as his mum died along with my parents in the same accident, but he lived with his dad for a few years after before joining us.