When I was in high school, by then a good and avid reader, I used my ability to tell stories to make up all kind of tales, passing them off as true events. The fact, that my friends loved to listen to them, encouraged me to continue. I became addicted to the attention. The line between the real event and the made-up one became so thin that with time it just disappeared completely. Some of you might call it lying but I wonder was it really? After all no one was hurt by it. Call me a liar if you wish, but I prefer to think of myself as a teller of tall tales, an entertainer.
What do you think?