When we lived in Owensboro, KY, my parents loaded us up in the family station wagon and took us on a road trip to Santa Claus, IN, to see the real Santa. It wasn't a very long trip, 27 miles, and I believe we were 3, 4, 6, and 8 years old at the time. Because I am the oldest child, I believed in Santa for a long time to make sure that my brothers and sister believed. One of my younger sibs broke it to me that Santa wasn't real.
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