Underage: Pants on Fire

It would appear I began telling lies the moment I exited the womb. At the time of this writing, I was in 3rd grade.

My mother says this actually happened when I was in 2nd grade, while we were living in Arizona. At a parent teacher conference, my teacher congratulated my father on the great season the Phoenix Suns were having and asked how he found time to attend parent teacher conferences.

After a moment of confusion, my mother asked my teacher what she was talking about. My teacher told them I had told the class my dad was an NBA All-Star.

Most likely my dad paused to ponder where he failed as a father before explaining that he was not indeed the great Charles Barkley, but merely an engineer at Intel with regular hours.

I can only imagine that the meeting moved forward with my teacher explaining to my parents that I was a special child that might need more attention in spelling and truth-telling.

My Mother and Father
have told ME stories about
When I was a little kid.
Here is one of the Stories
I like best. I was when
I was two years old.
I was watching basket-
ball. My dad has a hop
I saw the hop and
I saw the basketball
then when I went to
school. I mean preskol
I told my teacher
my dad was
in NBA.