 Which did you take harder?
This is mainly for people who disbelieve in the religion they were raised on.
Which did you take harder?
Accepting your views on religion, I.E. the God you were raised on most likely did not exist. OR
Realizing Santa wasn't real?
I think for me I have to say Santa. I think I was somewhat freed when I came to my own religious beliefs. It wasn't all that different for Santa in my case, I figured that out for myself as well at age eight.
It was during Easter when I realized my parents always knew exactly where all the eggs that me and my sister did not find were. I stormed downstairs in a fit and asked them if they were the ones hiding the eggs. They assured me the easter bunny simply told them where he had hidden the eggs, I didn't believe them.
I retreated upstairs with the new found realization that the Easter Bunny was false, and that wasn't so bad, then it hit me. All of a sudden I started thinking about the tooth fairy and Santa Clause, then I ran back downstairs. When I confronted my parents with this news, they looked at my older sister and said "Did you tell him!?" which was all the confirmation I needed.
Maybe it was because I was eight when I realized Santa was fake, and nearly twenty when I made my way away from religion, but I still think Santa was the hardest pill to swallow.
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