Lying

    Lying is definitely not my forte. Even when I try to tell a little white lie I start to blush and giggle uncontrollably. I suppose this is a good thing because lies are never good in the end. That was just a lie because some lies are worthwhile like Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny.  I never really fell into the trap of believing in them though.  Ever since I was five I was asking my mom if Santa Claus was real because he had the same handwriting as mom, all of our wrapping paper was gone in the morning, and Sant used the same wrapping paper that we had.  I was not able to get her to admit that Santa was not real till I was eight though because I would of have blabbed to my two younger brothers and that wouldn't have been fair to them.  My little little brother Atomic still believes in everything such as leprechauns, the tooth fairy, and Santa Claus.  Every year he sets an elaborate trap to catch one, and my mom and I come in the night and leave pennies, draw on his face in green ink, etc.  I keep on telling him that all of these things are real and he believes it.  It some how still keeps him innocent, which is the opposite thing you would expect if people lied to all the time.  Perhaps lying is sometimes the right thing to do.