I lied to my classmates in a 6th grade assignment -- that I had met the Beatles. I figured that they had no way of knowing the truth because nobody in my class would meet the Beatles to ask them if it was true. Some boy called me "a big fat liar." Of course I replied with a resounding "AM NOT!"
It was a big fat lie. But I believed it could be true.
I remember quite vividly how gleeful my father was over the fact that the Beatles had been denied permission to disembark in Salzburg, Austria (where I was born) in 1969 or so. He loathed them. In the mean time,(we were living in the Orient ) behind his back my mum bought me a tiny Japanese transistor radio (it was so cool - it was blue with a leather case and ear plug) so I could secretly listen to them! Many many years later I caught him humming one of their songs and took him to task!