When did you find out about Santa?
You know, the truth.
How old were you when you found out the truth about Santa Claus?
I don’t recall the exact year, but I know I was fairly young. This is just one of the things that happens when you’re the youngest sibling—you watch scary movies before you’re ready for them, you get your head sat on a lot, and you find out about Santa Claus more quickly.
I was okay with giving up the illusion early, of course.
It made me feel wise, worldly. Sophisticated.
I was in the know, you see.
All kids progress on their own individual emotional and developmental timelines. Some cling to childish things for longer—clutching a stuffed animal on their way to school, or clinging to a parents’ leg before boarding the bus—while others launch themselves into the Big Kid world with reckless abandon, ready to be emancipated and wise and brave and Not A Baby Anymore.
I was probably somewhere in the middle, but I recall feeling like I had something up on the kids who still held onto that belief in first, second, even third grad…