I am not sure how old I was; I want to say 7 or 8 when I found out Santa was not real. My mother had to tell me that he didn’t exist so I wouldn’t be disappointed when I didn’t get the Barbie Dream House I so desperately wanted for Christmas. Not sure if my parents then felt bad for me but when I woke up that Christmas the Dream House was under the tree. I love being the youngest of 4 girls. Spoiled brat should be my middle name.
