Do you remember the good old days when you believed in Santa Claus? Every year my dad and I would put golden brownies and milk by the fireplace, and I'd go to bed dreaming about what Santa was going to bring me! It wasn't until I was 7 that I found out the truth about who ate those brownies and where my gifts came from. I was devastated, but I had to keep up the charade for my little brother, who was still a believer.
It's never fun to grow up and lose faith, but it happens to all of us. So ladies, do tell: How old were you when you found out Santa wasn't real?