Down the street from us were some crazy bad teenagers. Melissa was babysitting us one day when I asked where Mom and Dad were. She said they were at the jail. I thought she meant they were IN jail. When I probed her more, I learned that those bad kids down the street had been putting small bombs in people's mailboxes.
The phone rang, and Melissa went to get it. It was my parents. I thought it would be funny to say that I just saw those bad kids look in our mailbox. Melissa took it seriously, and so did my parents. Unfortunately, so did the cops.
The cops came to my house to question me. I was terrified. I broke down and started crying, admitting my guilt that I had made up the whole story. The cop told me to never lie. I felt so ashamed and humiliated. I knew I had disappointed my parents, and I never wanted to do that again. I tried from then on to be honest.
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