lies lies, and more lies

I'm not going to lie; (haha) I've told many lies in my life. They've ranged from tiny little white lies to bigger, badder lies that don't need to be surfaced from their deep dark graves. When I was little, I lied to my older sisters. I would steal cool things that they had, and hide them in my room. When they asked me if I knew where they were, I would lie, and tell them that I had no idea. I stole things from sparkly gel pens to cuddly stuffed dolphins. Once they found my secret pile, I was a goner. They no longer trusted me, and never let me borrow anything from them anymore. That was when I got caught. There were quite a few instances where I never got caught, but it was so long ago that it doesn't even matter. For example, I really liked my friends new blue jeans. Because I wanted them, but didn't want her to know I was copying her, I told her that I had the same ones. So before I saw her again, I went to Nordstroms, where she bought hers, and bought the same ones. Now that I'm thinking about it, I haven't lied in a while, knock on wood.

As for lies that I've believed, there are quite a few of those. I still believe in Santa Claus, but not the same way I did when I was eight. When I was about 10, I knew he didn't exist, but still didn't say so because I was afraid he wouldn't come. I guess I'm pretty gullible, so it takes me a while to catch on to lies told to me.