Lies

Everyone lies. It happens every minute of every day. Whether they are lying to themselves, or to their parents or friends. I lie without a doubt. When i was in fourth grade, everyone in my class went through a phase when reading was "cool." Everyone was supposed to read every night, then fill out a chart in class with how many books they had read. I have always been a slow reader and was amazed by how much my classmates were reading, and the attention they were getting for doing so. So i began to make up books that I read. They didn't even exist. So if anyone wanted to check if i had actually read the book, i could say whatever i wanted about it to them, and they would be able to verify if i was right or not. This plan worked very well for a while and my classmates began to think i was a great reader. But on person i could not fool was my teacher. One day she asked me about the books i was "reading" because she said that they seemed very random and that they probably didn't exist. Obviously it was a bad idea to lie in the first place, so i had to end up telling her about my whole plot. In the end i gained nothing because my classmates found out i lied and frowned upon me.

Until i was 11 years old i believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth ferry. Even though Santa clause used the same wrapping paper as my parents, had the same handwriting as my parents, and give the same gifts as i had seen in my parents closet just a week before. There were so many thing that showed me that Santa Clause didn't exist, but i chose to believe, and fought to convince myself and my friends that he had to be real. The character of Santa is one that made my head spin. A big fat man who rode flying reindeer around the world giving out millions of presents in just one night. How incredible. I chose to believe because i was in awe. I loved the idea. If Santa clause didn't exist, Christmas would be much too ordinary. I loved putting cookies out for him to eat, and forcing myself to fall asleep, or at least pretend i was asleep, so that he would come. People tend to believe lies told by by someone official. Since my parents said Santa existed, i didn't question them. I just believed. until I turned 12 and i found out he wasn't real and my world was completely crushed for 30 seconds.