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My Childhood Memory: My memory is of Christmas Eve, at my grandmother's house in Eastern France. I was either six or seven at the time, I can't remember, and I was incredibly excited for Santa to come; I had even written him a letter and left out cookies for his reindeer and everything. My entire family from my dad's side was there, including all of my cousins, and I was so eager for the day to be over so I could just open all of my presents the next morning. But one of my cousins thought it'd be funny to tell me Santa wasn't real, and that it is just something adults make up to fool little kids. I remember being really upset, since I didn't know whether or not to believe him, so I went to talk to my grandmother, and asked her if what my cousin said was true. She looked shocked, then laughed while explaining that he was just messing with me, of course Santa Claus is real, and that she'll even prove it to me. We went on a walk together, in the woods near her house, and she said to look out for the little treats that Santa's elves left behind. I didn't really know what she meant, so I just kept walking behind her, when suddenly I saw something glistening alongside the path. I went to look closer and realized that it was a piece of tin foil, with something wrapped in it. I opened it and inside were chocolates and candies. I kept walking and kept finding new pieces everywhere; I was so excited. I ran up to my grandmother and showed it to her, saying how happy I was about my discovery. She smiled and said that Santa was feeling generous this Christmas and would bring a lot of presents for the whole family.

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