Growing Up

One distinct memory I have of stepping out of childhood and into adulthood is when I was fairly old. It wasn't until sixth grade that I went through this traumatizing experience. I can remember clearly how the day was going. My parents and I were on our way out to dinner when I brought up the myth of Santa Clause. I jokingly said "It's not like Santa really puts the gifts under the tree, I know it's you guys." Even though I knew Santa was not real, I enjoyed the fact that my parents still played along. My dad replied laughing, "Alright, you caught us. We eat the cookies!". I was shocked that this fact had come out in the open. I was not laughing, and a little part of my heart was crushed. It was this day that the little part of me that was holding on to this family tradition grew up.