Yes you heard that right children.  Now if you are young enough to be on this website and you still believe in Santa, then too bad.  Just do a google search.  The internet is terrible at how it will give you the true answer about how there is no Santa.

But anyways, that will not stop me from posting the time that I learned there was no santa.

It was you Steve !  You somehow tainted me, just as I am tainting a believer reading this memory.  Now people can post memories about how I created a memory for them about how they learned that Santa isnt real.

This is pretty much the first memory I have of you.  Around the same time we used to go to 313 for games with Uncle Ted.

Post your recollection of the time you told Dan and I that there wasnt any santa.  And if people comment about how this memory shouldnt be up here, I will just make it explicit.  Glad to have you on the site posting memories Steve.

This one time my brothers friend Chris Wade was spending the night and we all used to like to play baskteball games in the house.

The way that we would play such games is with a nerf type basketball hoop that would reside and sit on the top of a closet door.

So on this particular night, Chris does a slam dunk backward (probably because there was a dunking contest going on) and his ass went completely through the wall!

I dont know how he did it, but that was some kind of huge ass he had as a kid. My parents were so pissed.

Eventually the wall would never be the same after Dad dry walled it. You could always tell there was a hole in the wall there so we would hide it with TVs and other things so it didnt look bad.

Holes in walls always have a good story to them when you think about it. Because something always has to happen when the hole occurred.

So think of a memory of where there was a hole in the wall.

So remember when boys are boys and girls are girls, and every one of us had some kind of cooties. Well I was at the good ol family reunion and by little cousins (girls) dicided that it would be fun to chase me down and "get me".
So, me being the thinker that I am, decided it would be wise to run to the top of the double bump slide. Yeah the one thats like 15 or so feet of the ground.
Well the girls, being the thinkers that they are, decided to send one up the slide and one up the stairs.
End result, Chad never got coodies. My ass jumped of the top and got to get eight stiches in the back of my head. Then a big bag of lemon heads afterwards because Dad said I was such a good boy. Thanks Dad, for admitting I'm not a pussy. lol...