A peace of my shit

When I was a kid everybody told that there is an invisible man up in the sky who looked over us and he would give me anything that I pray to him because he loves me. Everybody said his name is GOD. I said wow. Then came Christmas. Everybody said there is a man who lives in North Pole. And he will give me gifts if I have been a good kid. Everybody said his name was Santa Claus. I said wow. Then a carnival came to my town. Every one took me there and I saw a man who had a hat from which he pulled out a rabbit, a dove or anything else he wanted to. He could do anything what he wanted. Everybody said that is Magic. I said wow. Then one day I broke my tooth. Everybody said that I should put my broken tooth under my pillow and wish something. And my wish would come true. Everybody said the Tooth fairy will come and grant my wish. I said again wow. When I was small, I believed everything what everybody said to me. I was a nice kid and they did not give me any reasons not to believe. So I Believed.

But then after sometime I grew up. Everybody said to me that there is nothing called Magic and that it was all tricks and mind games. I was sad. Then everybody said to me there is no such thing as a Tooth fairy. I was really sad. Then Christmas came again, everybody said Santa Claus does not exist. I was devastated. But then years passed, no one said anything about GOD. Everybody said he does exist even though nobody can see him like Santa Claus or the Tooth fairy. I said “Really?”. I was happy. Even though now they gave so many reasons not to believe them, I believed them because I was happy. So I started Believing.