confessing a sin

Tonight while I was out running and it was getting a bit dark for some reason I thought back to when I was in grade school.

Our house was very close to the school and I would always go home for lunch. Well on this particular day we talked about "Stranger Danger" and how to handle it. So as I was walking the 2 minute walk home my mind started to race and get carried away on me. I ran home quickly and when I got there no one was home. I quickly called my mom on the phone to tell her that someone had tried to give me a ride home from the school. My mom rushed home from my Grandma's house and immediately called the police. It all seems sort of a blur to me now. But I honestly remember concocting this whole thing in my mind. Even at times I think I might have even believed it myself. My mom always told me I was a good liar!

I remember telling them the description of the guy and the guy was a real person that lived in Cut Bank that would drive around in his car. He was really weird and creepy so it made sense to everyone. The cops even went over and interviewed him and everything.

So for years my family all believed this lie I was living. I don't remember when I actually came clean (hopefully before I was 8) but I did eventually come clean. Now it's sort of a joke but kind of an embarrassment to me. I can't believe I would do that. That poor guy! So I thought maybe confessing this to you all would help? Not really but it got me thinking about my own kids and how we often tell Carter "you need to tell the truth". Who am I to tell him this when I was one of the best liars out there? I guess what goes around comes around, right mom and dad?