The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi
When did I stop believing in Santa Claus? In truth, this sort of silly question holds no realsignificance for me. However, if you were to ask me when I stopped believing that the old manwearing the red costume was Santa, then I can confidently say: I have never believed in Santa,ever. I knew that the Santa who appeared at my preschool Christmas party was a fraud, and nowthat I think about it, every one of my classmates shared the same look of disbelief watching ourteacher pretend to be Santa. Although I had never seen mommy kissing Santa Claus, I wasalready wise enough to be suspicious about the existence of an old man who worked only onChristmas Eve.However, it took me quite a bit longer to realize that the aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monstersand espers in those effects-filled 'good guys versus evil organization' cartoons didn't actuallyexist either. No, wait, I probably
realize, I just didn't want to admit it. Deep inside my heart Istill wanted those aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers and evil organizations tosuddenly appear. Compared to this boring, normal life of mine, the world of those flashy showswas much more exciting; I wanted to live in that world too!I wanted to be the one who saved the girl kidnapped by aliens and imprisoned in a bowl-likefortress. I wanted to be the one who used my courage, intelligence and trusty laser gun to fightagainst villains from the future trying to change history for their own gain. I wanted to besomeone who could banish demons and monsters with a single spell, battle against mutants orpsychics from evil organizations, and engage in telepathic fights!