I was a born non-believer. One of my earliest memories is deciding that Santa Claus did not really exist. Why? He was supposed to arrive in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer. I knew that reindeer can't fly, therefore there had to be another reason that presents would appear under the Christmas tree. The next victim was the Tooth Fairy. I witnessed my Dad tossing my older sister's lost tooth into the goose mash. I then knew that he was the one who left a small amount of money in place of the tooth. The Easter Bunny didn't stand a chance. I had, early on, put God into the same category as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.So what happened to Thompson's life?
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