5 or 6 i think, i was in school. The class was divided in the Santa believers and the people who didnt believe in him, i was the one kid along with the little girls that still believed in Santa arguing fervently that he was real...
i asked my mom he was real expecting her to tell the truth (he was real, duh) when she whispered ''No'' in my ear infront of my little sister i just stayed frozen in a '''' face.
I still remember pretty clearly must of marked me heh
i was about 7 but i let my parents think i still believed until i was about 12 in order to get the presents i wanted...though i often doubted my truth throughout those formative years (thought i heard santas sleighbells on xmas eve one year and had to rush home to go to sleep so santa would come). my folks wanted me to believe so i accomodated their wish.