How many people can remember the first life changing lie they told? I can.
In a time of weekly Bunty editions, when I was content making mud pies in the garden with my wellies and a red tartan dress as my everyday clothes (Gotta love 80's fashion on a small child!). I was sitting on my parents coffee table swinging my legs because they didn't reach the floor. I remember seeing vague reflections on my scuffed black patent dressy shoes, and trying to pull my socks up despite being told not to fidget by my hovering mother.