When I was at first school, and maybe also into middle school, I had a wild imagination and would make up the most ridiculous stories.The worst past is I actually expected people to believe them!

I told my parents and brother fake made up things that happened at school and playgroup mostly. I told the teachers fake made up things that happened outside of school. Of course most of it they didn't believe and obviously my mam and the teachers talked to each other and found out that other things were lies.

I have no idea why I did this. Only thing I can think of is that I needed an outlet for my wild imagination and this was all I could think of at the time? But I did draw a lot back then so why didn't I just use that as an outlet for these stories?