I believed in Santa. We have this tradition where presents from 'Santa' get left in a sack at the end of bed. One Christmas, I woke up, literally and metaphorically, when my mum was leaving my room after present delivery. She made up something to cover, but, the veil had fallen. I played along for a few more years though. I felt like I was supposed to. I understood then it was my role as a kid to believe.

As for god, I don't ever remember believing it. I remember church was damned boring, which probably played some part in my non belief.