What Exit?, you’ve really need to learn to stop feeding certain types. You did the same thing with Stream in the Pit thread. Posters like that, you just have to move by their posts and ignore the odor.
I was politely (I hope) asking for clarification. I suspect the poster was a child and forgot to mention this fact in their post.
Jim {I will Email you about the other so as not to hi-jack this thread}
Um, I think I was 7 or 8. The exact years kinda blur a bit that far back. That wasnt when I realized it though, I had known for at least 2 Christmasses before that.
My parents tried to keep the Santa thing going as long as possible. My mom was actually upset when I asked about why they were quietly dragging piles of presents out of their bedroom. She made me promise I wouldnt tell my brothers and sisters and ‘ruin their christmas too’.
D_Odds: Your Email is not public, if you would like to continue the conversation about Carol, maybe you could Email me.
Sorry for the double post.
Jim
To what are you objecting? Youve compared my post to some form of shit, possibly a dead rotting animal. Youve also referred to me as one of ‘certain types’, Im assuming a troll, from the ‘stop feeding’ comment.
So should I just go ahead and call you names back, or did you have a point to that?
I think he mis-interpreted your post as you did not initially mention your age at the time. Please do not get mad at D_Odds, your post had me “raising my eyebrows” at first.
Please re-read it, yourself and see where the confusion could come from. It was a reasonable confusion.
Jim
That is one of the reasons that believing eleven year olds aren’t believable. Around first or second grade critical mass hits for the non-believers in elementary school. It still seems to be a minority of kids in kindergarten, who aren’t firm in their convictions of non-belief, but second graders are “born again atheists” in their mythbusting - they shout from the rooftops to everyone in class that “Santa isn’t real!!!” Their parents have likely told them that they have to keep the secret “for the younger kids” - but that exact prohibition leaves them perfectly free to tell other second graders. And there are enough kids who know or have doubts that if you manage to get to third grade without doubts, you are unusually firm in your belief - its “cool” and grown up to know. Second grade is seven and eight year olds. To get to eleven you have to go be in fifth or sixth grade and continue to harbor this belief.
Can’t respond to my email from the office. If I remember, I’ll send a note later.
It’s shit-stirring. Every year, several posters come along about the evils of Santa and how they like to shoot down little kids who believe and tell them that Mommy and Daddy are ‘lying’ to them. Every fucking year. They wear this as a badge of honor, but their noses must be immune to the smell coming from their badge. It doesn’t matter if you are 13 (which is the board’s stated minimum, although hard to enforce) or 63, it is a shitty thing to do.
Teach me to read and reply to a thread in reverse order…
hotflungwok, as this happened around the time when all little kids, including you, start questioning Santa’s existence, I will admit to jumping to an erroneous conclusion, and I apologize for the insinuations.
When I was seven, the Easter Bunny failed to appear as expected at our family quarters. Emotionally undermined by the nonavailability of my accustomed chocolate and jelly bean ration, I conducted an immediate investigation. I confronted my parents, the official household Easter Bunny/Santa/Tooth Fairy liaison officers, and stated my intention to lodge a formal complaint. Under some duress, the aforementioned parents admitted that a) they were the Easter Bunny/Santa/Tooth Fairy, at least as far our household was concerned; and b) the Easter Bunny had been AWOL. Seeing as how I was outranked by the party I had sought to discipline, I withdrew my complaint and contented myself with an agressive display of pouting.
Yes, my dad WAS in the Army. How ever did you guess?
I moped about for the remainder of the day, determined not to enjoy myself when so many other kids were green to the gills with excess sugar. Then I got over it.
OK
I think I figured it out at around 7 or so, my way of showing my parents that I no longer believed in santa was to request a thoroughly illogical and improbable gift…
I was a major armchair pilot at 7 (still am), so my request that year was quite simple…
“Dear Santa (snicker) I have been a good boy (snort, guffaw!) this year, for Christmas, I would like a REAL McDonnell-Douglas SR-71 Blackbird, the REAL aircraft, not a model, NOT a toy, an actual, real FUNCTIONAL SR-71 Blackbird”
when I woke up Christmas day, there was no Blackbird parked outside, so logically, Santa was nothing more than a fiction, a lie, a falsehood, a way of controlling children’s behavior through bribery…
I would say that any kid who still believes after 8 is a little strange, and 8 is pushing it. But then, I do have a friend who really did believe until she was 12, since her parents had this huge charade going in which Santa would actually show up (and they had the same guy every year!) and all this elaborate stuff. She seems to feel that this was a good thing, but I think it’s just strange.
My kids still believes now, at 6, and I kind of wish she didn’t. I’ve never told her that Santa is real, and I don’t play him up, but I also don’t want to spoil her (very evident) enjoyment by telling her outright. When a kid told her he didn’t exist, she totally denied it.
My 10-yr-old son (who is smart but a little immature for his age) is still unsure. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to give up on the idea. We have always done surprise presents from Santa, but we certainly don’t put a lot of effort into the deception.
He has declared that he will find out the truth by waiting until he has kids of his own. On their first Christmas, if no presents appear under the tree then he will know that there isn’t a Santa.
Hey!! I was 8 and my son is 8 now and I am not sure if he believes or not- he is shooting sly glances on the subject/asking “offhand” probing Questions - I am ~75% sure he knows - certainly he is highly suspicious - but he is playing along - for now -I’ll have the convo after Christmas).
I don’t think 8 is “pushing it” - 8 is pretty average – maybe just below going by this board
I agree with** Dangerosa**’s analysis that 2nd grade is when the critical mass hits; third grade believers are fewer and farther between. I would be surprised if a sheltered 4th grader believed - but I wouldn’t judge the child as “weird” or “special needs” - just (maybe too) trusting and overprotected - if I judged them at all I’d see it as kind of nice in a nostalgic kind of way - 5th grade (10,11) to me really would begin to be a judgmental tsk-tsking from me and 6th grade (11,12) Junior High in our area - just for social reasons - if I thought my kid still believed I’d flat-out tell them [so on the 1st Date/Dance/kiss they don’t bring up Santa].
No I wouldn’t brag on a MB if my kid was 11 and believed
no, just smart, this same behavior “unable to enter a home unless invited in” is shared by Vampires as well, she is making the correct assumption that Santa (if he exists, which we all know he doesn’t) is a Vampire…
there’s always The Virginia Postulate that she can read, if she needs actual SCIENTIFIC proof of the Non-Existence of Santa
I don’t understand why this is a logical proof of the non-existance of Santa anymore than the non-existence of God is proven by unanswered prayer, or the non-existence of Mom is proven by not having hamburgers for dinner tonight. Last I knew, you could *ask *Santa for anything, but he wasn’t contractually bound to bring it.
In fact, seriously speaking, the mall Santas are trained to be very vague about whether or not Little Ralphie will be getting that Red Rider BB gun.
To a 7 y.o., that logic was irrefutable. 
I believed until I was around 8 or 9. I wasn’t a stupid child, but I desperately did want to believe, despite all the evidence to the contrary. By the time I admitted to myself that it was in fact fiction, it wasn’t even a shock because I’d already grown so used to the idea. My parents never lied about it, but they didn’t tell me until I asked them point-blank.