I remember the first time that I ever lied to my parents. The situation was fairly innocuous, but from my perspective as a five year old, it seemed like a broke the law. I think it was something as stupid as accidentally breaking a pot in the backyard. I knew that I would reprimanded for it, so I made a resolution to say the dogs crashed into it. Waiting for my parents to come home, each moment morphed into my own private eternity. Reality seemed to warp itself into a bizarre punishment; every creak in the floorboard became the sound of demons laughing at my torment. When my parents finally came home from work, I fumbled through my lie to the immediate scrutiny of my parents. I cannot really remember the rest, but I imagine they were not