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of this might sound childish now, but i honestly feel hurt when i think about santa. i have always been an incredibly driven individual, and always felt on-par with everyone, including my parents (yes yes, they still disciplined me, but I was treated with the same respect as an adult)...or so I thought, because when they told me there was no santa, trust in my parents was utterly shattered. from that point forward, i would never trust a soul without completely faith in my own analysis first. you might be saying that's a good result, but the truth of the matter was that it only hindered my faith in what my parents told me, and by extension those very close to me.
i'm a fervent supporter of telling your kids before, say, middle school.
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