"Fairydom was/is childhood. Humandom is adulthood."

In so many ways...
I barely knew about Christmas and Santa until I was about 5, as we traveled and didn't have any local celebration around that time. We finally had a tree when I was in 2nd grade and a 'Santa' came to our school and I still like believing... and there were presents and milk & cookies left out for Santa, but the next year, in a different house, I 'think' I knew all the presents were from my parents... it just isn't clear. Then another move.. from New Orleans to Wichita in 1947 meant the Winter was spent in a rented basement. Then another move to our first house and that year, I was in 4th grade by Dec. and Christmas with Santa was mainly for my brother who was 4. He wanted my opinion about Santa.. I kinda let him believe for one year.

Fairies? Very briefly... There were ideas between my childhood and adulthood... and "The Wonder Book of Myths & Legends". Maybe that's where my history of preferring reason began.