two lies from early childhood1) when I was in the first year of primary school, a boy in our class spurned my friend's romantic advances. As an act of revenge on my friend's behalf, I stuck a pencil in my own eye and, weeping buckets, told the teacher that he had done it. Although he was a quiet, shy, harmless kind of boy, I got him in the most colossal amount of trouble and he had a reputation for aggression from that day forward, until a couple of years later their family moved out of the area (I like to take the credit for this).
2) the next year, when I was 5, I had a student teacher who I thought was lovely very much. So in order to win her approval, I told her that my (entirely fully-sighted) mum was blind and that I had to read things to her and that was why I was so good at reading. I doubt that she was fooled, but she was far too polite to call me a liar.
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2) the next year, when I was 5, I had a student teacher who I thought was lovely very much. So in order to win her approval, I told her that my (entirely fully-sighted) mum was blind and that I had to read things to her and that was why I was so good at reading. I doubt that she was fooled, but she was far too polite to call me a liar.