I remember always knowing about Santa Clause but I also remember always knowing he wasn't real. He was presented to me as a fun fictional character, and I got presents from him, but I knew my parents put them there. Sort of like Smokey the Bear or Ronald McDonald, only he'd visit the mall and gave me candy.

I was raised a catholic. When I was younger my parents brought me to church with them but once I was around 15-16 I quit going. My worldview changes all the time, or at least everytime I think of some different way of looking at things, but I have always believed in a higher purpose (not necessarily a higher being). After all, something started it... I think it was the mice.