I used to lie a lot growing up. Not quite as bad as Holden Caulfield in ‘The Catcher in the Rye’:
“I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.”
― The Catcher in the Rye
But still pretty bad.
I remember lying to my mum about cleaning my room so that I could go outside to play (instead pushing all the mess under the bed or throwing it in the wardrobe).
I remember lying about doing my homework so that I didn’t have to do it and could play video games, then lying about being sick the next day so that I could finish the assignment that I was meant…