Ugh. I still remember when I got old enough for my mom to admit to me Santa wasn't real. I got SO MAD! Not because Santa wasn't real; Because she had lied to me for twelve years. My parents still want me to play along with my little cousins when they talk about Santa, but I don't do that. (I actually once told one of my cousins that Santa wasn't real, but she didn't believe me. That got my parents mad) But I don't care. I AM NOT pretending there's a man who comes overnight and gives you presents. I always learned to tell the truth, and that's what I will do.
Trudging through endless religion one step at a time.