Don't ask me what I had to eat yesterday or what the guy at Trader Joe's (where I was about one hour ago) looked like. I have an awful short term memory, but I have an acute emotional memory. I can remember the first lie I ever told.
I was in first grade with my favorite-teacher-of-all-time, Miss Rains. We had to write a funny story. But I didn't have a single funny story. As far as I knew, nothing funny had ever happened to me. So my little brain began to whir and get freaked out that I was going to flunk an assignment! So I made up a lie, what seemed like an innocent lie. I lied and said that during a tap dance recital, I kicked off my tap shoe and it hit someone in the audience in the head. Mind you, at this point, I hadn't even had one recital for dance class. I remember vividly retelling this story to my best.friend. Shannon and forcing giggles to make the story sound so believable.
Now why is it that I remember that time in first grade, how nervous I was telling that lie, but I could not, for the life of me, tell you the color of my own damn underwear unless I checked.
Do you remember the first lie you told?
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