I'm not sure which one happened first.
When I was 3 or 4, me and a little boy were playing house. We built a house out of these
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After we made the house, I made breakfast for him and our children, and he kissed me on the cheek before he went to work.
Around Christmas, when I was 3 or 4, my grandma and my mom were doing something upstairs with the door closed, and they made me stay downstairs with my sister and aunt. I was a nosy little girl and I wanted to know what they were doing, so I snuck up stairs a peeped in the room. They were wrapping Christmas gifts. I don't remember me ever believing in Santa Clause.