OK, busted. I lied to my parents when I was young. I did it to make sure I didn't get in trouble. It worked. I, however, had to come clean and appologize to them later. That was bad. I should not have done it and I think it is being done to me to some degree. I can tell when the lies come out, and I think my folks could too.
The first lie I remember was when I was playing with matches with Lisa, my next door neighbor in Phoenix. When we were done playing with the matches, we simply took all the cardboard and match covers and papers we burned and threw them into the alley. The alley ran behind the Beck's house. For those who don't know what an alley is for, the garbage cans were kept back there and the truck would come through the alley once a week and collect it. This thoroughfare was not paved and was full of weeds. You can see it coming down 5th Avenue, can't you? To top things off and complete the picture, the city would periodically drive through the alleys spraying the weeds to try to control them along the fences of the neighbors -- the wooden fences, that is. I think I have set the stage completely now. Allegedly, when the half-burnt materials were gently discarded into the alley, they must have set alite the weeds which in turn torched the fence. I didn't know this until the firetruck arrived. I didn't even make the connection until Lisa asked me later if it could have been our materials and carelessness that caused this scene. I assured her that I had no clue and began to feel the guilt.
By the time my mom asked me if I had done this, I said, 'No.' I guess I could have left it at that, but being the helpful/lying soul that I am/was I hinted that maybe Danny Blaine may have done it. That was safe, you see, because he was a little older than I was, he was known for his mischevious ways, and my family never spoke to their family. I don't even know if my parents knew where the Blaine family lived. Still, a fitting scapegote was he. I gave no inference that I had witnessed the arson but rather planted the idea seed deeply enough in my folks' heads that they began to reason that Danny fit the crime. I think I fessed up to this one when I was about 30 years old. Accidentally.
The second lie involved a movie I shouldn't have seen in a place I shouldn't have been seeing a girl I didn't want to see while there doing something she shouldn't have been doing. Sorry, this one may need a diagram. Cheerleader movie, South Twin Drive-In, Amy L., Coors. When I went home I told my mom I ran into Amy at the movie...and she was drinking. Mom and Dad were both surprised because there aren't many theaters they could think of that would allow drinking. Oops. I thought of the only one I could think of -- The Valley Art. Sometime I could go just on the Valley Art. But, the Valley Art in Tempe was quite a ways north of where I actually was -- the South Twin. Drinking IS allowed in any drive-in thearer. The problem was if I told my folks which theater I went to they would have been able to figure out the kind of movie I attended. To be fair, I think the Cheerleader movies then would be rated PG-13 now. Oh well. This one my mom will have to read in my blog before I come clean on it...watch for comments.
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