236. Liar, Liar:
“Liar, liar, pants on fire!” my little brother had yelled at me across the backyard when I was just 10 years old.
He was right. I was a liar and as I’d gotten older it had just gotten worse. In fact, I had turned into a pathological liar.
In the beginning I think it was something fun I did because it was yet another way to use my overactive imagination. It had turned into a habit though and soon, everything became a lie.
In fact, the question you have to ask yourself as you read this is: is this whole story a lie?