When I was a kid I used to lie really often. I wanted to make my life seem more interesting, I suppose. One time my friend, whose parents were divorced, was telling me about how she spent part of her time with her mom and part with her dad. I decided that sounded interesting, so I told her my parents were divorced, too, and I explained our custody arrangement. (My parents were married.) Once I told some bullies on the playground that they better be nice to me because my parents were millionaires. They did not buy this.
Ugh, I was such a little dweeb. I have many more, but I better stop before I start loathing myself too much.
