Finding out about Santa....
We were playing softball in the vacant lot around the corner from our house. I don't know the kid's name but suddenly he was telling us, as we played, that Santa Claus was a lie. What? How could that be? I was told lying was a bad thing. But, being careful to not show any concern about it I nodded my head 'yeah', and kept on playing. I was in 2nd grade. My brother was two years younger than me, and another brother was just a baby. The last brother yet to come was but a gleam in my dad's eye. Not long after, I heard Mom and Dad speak to each other about "something.' But I couldn't catch the whole conversation. We had a couple of weeks before Christmas. Then a few days later my dad yelled from the driveway...."get the dolly!" Dolly? Was this the gift? A dolly for me! They rolled a huge box into the living room. He kept talking about the 'dolly.' Okay, let's see what's in the box! It was a huge.... cabin