My Very First Lie
When I attended Sunday school, the superintendent was a lady called Sheila Christie. Before we went into our different classes, she would lead all the children in traditional Christian children's songs accompanied by her accordion. As a family, we once visited her home and I would've been about four years old. I had asked to go to the toilet and was allowed upstairs to conclude my business. In one of the bedrooms adjacent to the bathroom sat the accordion. Not only did I love its sound, I had an obsession with its many buttons and the beautiful deep red of its decoration. I naturally yielded to the temptation and fiddled with it. When I returned downstairs, my mother demanded to know if I have touched the accordion. "No!" I lied. And this is the first memory I have of sin. Doubtless there were many other examples but they have been lost in the mists of time.