Your posting caused me to remember that day and my father. Then he said that telling the truth is always easier because the truth is the only thing you can always remember. He told young Pokey that the worst thing about telling lies is that you have to remember what lie you told to every person you lied to forever. But the most vivid memory of the incident that I have is what Dad told me when he let me come out a couple of hours later. I had to go make a couple of apologies to the other people and got grounded for two weeks and sent to my room because Dad said he just detested liars and wanted me out of his sight for a while. I was already whipped from 30 miles of anticipation of my fate by the time we got home, so Dad only had to give me two lashes with his belt before he had gotten to my young mind through the seat of my pants.
After we finished and got back in the car he told me he was just going to have to beat the hell out of me for telling that lie. Dad decided he and I should go for a drive and we went to a roadside diner about 30 miles from home and he bought me a soda. As a kid, I got caught by my father for telling a big lie that involved people outside the family and lasted 4 of the most agonizing days of my young life.
