I was a little kid, 11 or so.. I used my grandmother’s favorite mug to make some tea.. then I decided I wanted Iced tea, so I put the mug in the freezer.. and it cracked..
My grandma was very upset… and, when asked, I lied about not knowing what happened to her mug–at first.. I was a really good kid, Honor student & everything, and lying was not the norm, so I later confessed.. She forgave me, but I’m in my 30s now, and she passed away like 7 years ago, but on the rare occassion it comes to mind, I still feel waves of guilt over it; cracking the mug by accident, and lying.. I am a terrible, terrible liar….