When I was four years old I discovered the Chritmas presents hidden in a hall closet, the night before Christmas. I just closed the door of the closet and didn't say a thing. Father was not home yet and the women in family, were busy in the kitchen making pies, getting the food ready for Christmas dinner the next day. My discovery was unobserved, at that time I just had one sibling who was a sleep in his crib. Later that night, we put oats out for the raindeer and a snack for Santa in front of the fire place. Then we went to bed, under the tree the next morning were the presents I saw in the closet the previous evening. Still I said nothing, there was talk of Santa and what he done by all members of family, father, mother, grand parents, aunts, uncles first cousins. Qiute animated actually for the benefit of myself and my cousins. A great show was put on and I nearly laughed myself sick, everyone was in on it, people I trusted. After that expierence I never believed anybody no matter what they told me, if I could not verify what ever it was, by myself. Became a non believer almost the moment I was aware of my surroundings