When did you stop believing in Santa/EB/TF.

What was it like for you?
I remember when my friend was told that he wasn’t real. He completely lost it and cried for days. It really seemed to break his heart.
I dont have a story myself. I succinctly remember pretending that I thought they were real for my parents. I played along with the myth until finally I ‘broke’ it to them that I didn’t believe.
What’s your story with it? Are you passing the myth to your children? Why do you plan to pass it on? (I probably would just so that my kid didn’t smoosh other kids’ faith.)

(Sorry for weirdness with typing and structure. Tis’ the bane of cell phone typing.)