Somethings I Believed as a child

 I believed that Santa Claus was real. I was a kid and one day I went to sleep early and I woke up at 4:00 in the morning. And so I saw that my Christmas presents were there and when I was peeking in the hallway my mom and dad were wrapping everything up. I was like what in the world. I thought Santa was eating my cookie and drinking my milk but this whole time it was my mom and dad. So I went back to sleep my mom and dad came into my brother's room and woke us up. So I told my mom and dad to come here. I said I know y'all y'allSantaa clause you don't got to keep lying to me. But today in class we had a benchmark test to take. It was easy for me but I had to write a whole essay about two stories. It was easy I cannot lie.

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