I would say I'm a pretty truthful person. I have a hard time lying. Although I've told a few whoppers in my life time.
I'm pretty sure I was in 7th or 8th grade. I wanted to go to my first boy/girl party. For some reason, I thought my mom wouldn't let me go. She may have told me but I don't remember. I decided to tell my mom that I was spending the night at my friend's house (which I was). We lived on the same street. There was up the hill where she lived and then a street crossing and down the hill where we lived. It really wasn't much of a hill but that's what everyone called it LOL. My friends name was Denise but my mom always called her "dirty knees" LOL. (So, if dirty knees happens to be reading this, let me know what I left out) Her father had died and I said her mom was going out and I was going to stay with her so she wouldn't be afraid. Really, big mistake saying that.
Apparently, Mom was worried about us and went to my friend's house to bring us something to eat and make sure we were all right. The mother answered the door who wasn't supposed to be home. She told mom where we were.
My brother came to the door and got me AT. THE. PARTY!!! Oh boy, I really knew I was in BIG trouble.