I remember the day well; when my little brother burst my Santa Claus bubble. He came home from school and while we were having a snack in the kitchen, he told me that his friend's older brother said that Santa wasn't real. I was devastated and bawled my eyes out.
I have a feeling most of you have a story similar to mine so do tell, when did you stop believing in Santa? And how did you find out that it wasn't actually him that ate the cookies and drank the milk by the tree?