By Mark Twain – Adapted
People once asked me to tell the story of the first lie I ever told.
That is a hard question. I am an old man now, and my memory is not perfect.
I cannot remember my very first lie.
But I do remember an early one.
I was only nine days old.
When babies cry, people often think something is wrong.
Sometimes a baby has a pin sticking them, and it hurts.
When the baby cries, adults pick them up, comfort them, and give them attention.
I noticed something important.
When I cried, people gave me extra care and sympathy.
So one day I cried even though there was no pin.
I pretended something was wrong.
That was my lie...
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