How old were u when u found out Santa wasn't real

Maybe 10 I caught my dad eating the cookies I left for Santa then I said there isn't a santa is there dad and he said no there's not .

 

My parents told me straight up he wasn't real but we still celebrated it with family as if we believed. Also you're back stocking.

 

WHAT!!! :jawdrop: My whole life is a LIE. How could you?!?!?!

 

I honestly can't remember. But I was pretty old 11 12??? Though I have a sister who is two years younger then me, so I think my parents kept it going for her sake.

 

It kind of stopped being real for me when i was about 8 - i got a trampoline for Christmas, and my parents had to put it together on Christmas eve while i was asleep.

long story short, my parents were both really drunk, and my dad fell down the stairs and broke his leg. pretty funny now i look back on it

 

About 10, though I never took Santa or the tooth fairy incredibly seriously, even when I was younger.

 

I think I was 7 or 8. Almost detective work. For starters 'santa' had the same handwriting as my parents. Sloppy work! I continued to pretend to believe until I was about 10 and my parents told me the truth. By the time I was a teenager I told my parents to wait until the sales. I realised what christmas was really about.

 

I think I was about 6... My grandma straight out told me. Thankfully...it's a friggen stupid tradition anyway.

 

I was in kindergarten and the Christian school I went to told me that he wasn't real and that only Jesus was and I went home crying. . .

 

Somewhere between ages 7 and 10. The disappointment lasted about 1 hour.

 

My dad writes in all capital letters and all the gifts from Santa were addressed in his big block all-caps writing. My mom then realized she couldn't fool me easily.

 

Thanks. But in all actually it was when I was about 12 or 13, it did not help matters that my Dad looks like Santa. My Dad

 

I never did, when I started to go to school, my dad explained that there was no Santa but I should pretend to believe in him so the other kids at school wouldn't get disappointed. XD

 

Bahahaha.
Like 13-15.
I'm a nieve person :eusa_danc

 

I don't ever remember actually finding out...I think I've just been sceptical forever...

I remember one morning when I was probably 10 or 11 being really happy that I could prove he DIDN'T exists so I guess it was some point before then.

Fortunately since my sisters haven't been explicitly told her doesn't exists I still benefit from it

23 years old and I still get a christmas stocking. muahahaha!

 

I was around 8 or 9 when some relative, my mothers cousin or so, decided to dress up as santa... And our santa had long red painted nails.. that's when it hit me D:

 

When I was about 8, I caught my parents putting the presents out in the early hours of christmas morning! I could hear rustling and I thought "WOAH SANTAS HERE LETS GO MEET HIM". Walks into the front room, both of my parents are sat there putting presents out, with the guiltiest expressions I've ever seen. Dream. Crushed.

 

We never believed. Well, I should qualify that a bit. One of my more fanciful aunts, who is only 9 years older than me, told my sister and me about Santa when we were perhaps 5 and 6 (I'm the oldest), and we immediately put together a very extensive and expensive wish list and showed it to Mom. She immediately squashed our hopes, and we were somewhat disappointed, but not particularly devastated, since this was all new anyhow. But we were brought up knowing that OTHER kids believed very deeply, and it would be mean to spoil it for them by telling them there was no Santa, so we always played along.

My brother and I have always been kind of uncomfortable, though, with the fact that our wives pushed the whole Santa thing on our kids, since it wasn't part of our tradition growing up. And my youngest, at 13, and his oldest, at 15, both seem to be clinging to some slight hope that he IS real, even though none of their friends still believe.