Okay, asking somebody how long they believed in Santa Claus is so stupid; you can't even consider that topic suitable for idle conversation. But if you still wanna know how long I believed in some old fat guy who wears a funky red suit, I can tell you this: I've never believed in him. Ever. The Santa that showed at my kindergarten Christmas festival? I knew he was fake. And I never saw mommy kissing Santa or anything. But I have to say, even as a little kid, I knew better than to believe in some old man who only worked one day a year. Now, having said that, it wasn't until I got older I realized aliens, time travelers, ghosts, monsters, ESPers, evil syndicates, and the anime/manga/fantasy flick heroes that fought said evil syndicates, who are also fake. Okay, I guess I always knew those things were bogus, I just didn't wanna admit it. All I ever wanted was for an alien, time traveler, ghost, monster, ESPer, evil syndicate, or the hero that fought 'em to just appear and say "Hey". Unfortunately, reality is a hard road indeed. Yep, you gotta admit the laws of physics definitely puts a damper on things. I even stopped watching those TV shows about aliens and ghosts and stuff. Aliens, time travelers, ESPERS...'course they don't exist! But a little part of me wishes they did. I guess I've grown up and realized that I can think about those things and still accept reality. But by the time I got out of junior high, I pretty much outgrew that kind of stuff and I guess I got used to the idea of living in an ordinary world. And just like that, I was in high school. And that’s when I met her.