Liar Liar

Every kid has told a story to their parents or other figure of authority. Mine were just a little... well out there.. Here's a few of my personal favorites:

I Fell Out of a Tree
When I was around 10, my favorite thing to do was sneak over into the neighbors cow field with my friends. Never when the cows were there and we never ventured an inch over ten feet. One day the owner of the field started to drive up. My two friends and I ran as fast as we could back to the barbwire fence and jumped through.
Since they had long pants on they didn't get cut, I on the other hand was wearing a skirt. I sliced open my leg. Not really noticing, or caring, I went back to the house. As soon as we walked in my Mom asked what had happend... I clearly remember saying "I fell out of a tree. The limb broke and I fell like almost into the creek." <<<< This is not even close to a good lie since there are NO TREES NEAR THE CREEK.

It Was a Ninja
I was probably 8 or 9 when this happend... I was throwing my superball against the side of the house and I ended up braking my sisters window. She looked out and seen me so she went and got my mother.. When she arrived at the scene of the crime I was laying on the ground groaning dramaticly. She asked what happend and I kid you not my answer was this.
"It was a ninja! I tried ot fight him but you can't see him. He's standing right there."
Of course she didn't believe me.

The Dog Tried to Eat my Homework
This one is one of the lies that was the slightest bit true. I thought it would be great to do my homework leaning out of my sisters window. (this was right before I broke it.) Every now and then I'd call my dog over and go "Oops!" then through my math out. He wasn't the brightest... He looked at the paper then back up at me. Nothing. I jumped out of the window. (it was only a few feet down and I knew I could climb back up) I waved my math infront of his face. Nothing. I tried to coat it in dog food. Still nothing. Finally I waited for him to start panting and shoved it in. Of course he spit it out. The next morning I walked up to my teacher and handed her the unfinished math. She looked really confused.
"I have this huge dog. I was sitting outside doing  my homework and he ran up and grabbed my math and ran off. I chased him forever trying to get it back. He hid it in his food dish...." Then I pouted and blinked at her. In her defence I've never looked my age. I've always looked a few years younger. So if this adorable little girl walks up sniffling about how she fought her dog to retrieve her homework for you, your gonna tell her it's ok... But I did have to redo that homework.