“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.”
— Holden Caulfield, in The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
Tuesday’s Writing Group prompt: Tell us about a lie you’ve told.
I am a terrible liar and so, as a consequence, I rarely lie. As an adult. As a kid? Different story.
The very first lie I can remember telling happened when I was 4. I was in pre-school and some of the other kids were talking about some tv show – a cartoon, I think – that had recently aired. I hadn’t seen it, because I wasn’t really allowed to watch tv, but I desperately wanted to be part of the group, so I said, “Well, when I saw it, . . . ” and proceeded to make up something that probably didn’t make any sense. I don’t remember what I said happened, but I know the other kids were not buying it.