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I used to think that the tooth fairy puts you in a deep sleep before stealing your tooth/teeth.
I used to believe when I was a child in the elf, that it existed in the countryside when it is desolate
I used to believe that Santa Claus exists, but there was also an evil version of him that took children who behaved badly and then nobody remembered them
When I was a child, more or less between 4 and 5 years old I used to always go for a walk with my father to the countryside or to the city in search of new adventures.
They were incredible times in which he had fun for everything, but he also had a slightly extravagant belief which was to believe in ghosts while I was afraid, so I could not walk alone at night or gloomy dusk.
I used to believe that there were elves
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I used to believe in ghosts because he usually listened to legends and talents of terror.
So, when I was in third grade, I was obsessed with WW2. I also had over 100 imaginary friends. This is a recipe for trouble. My favorite was an imaginary friend who was a black wolf who was part skeleton. He had chainsaws for hands, a tail that was on fire, red eyes, a really long tongue, and his name was “Killer”. He killed Nazis all day, and did nothing else. He literally just killed Nazis all day. I also had an imaginary friend named “Zeroe”, who was a winged wolf. Her fur was the pattern of a Pearl Harbor plane. I used to think that Zeroe would sit and the end of my bed and tell me stories from Iwo Jima/the battle of Midway. Did I mention she had a transgender kamikaze pilot named “Devil” for a best friend? Now, I’m 11, and it still creeps me out.
At Christmas time, I used to believe that Santa Claus came to my home to put my gift at the foot of the Chistmas Tree for my happiness.
But I have discovered a true Santa Claus is my relative! I was very destabilized by my discovery
Now I don't believe in Santa Claus but I think it's important for a litte boy/girl to have the right to believe or not.
When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.