To Tell The Truth

Jimmah over at Snooze Button Dreams does this little thing called Shamming or Sharing and I'm going to steal his idea.
(I probably should have gotten permission from him first...)

What do you think? Truth or lies?

UPDATE: This is true!

When I was 14 I met a guy who was 24. He was gorgeous and a little dangerous, everything a girl wants in a guy.
I lied to him and told him I was 17 almost 18. I was very tall for my age and easily passed for older.
My best friend was dating a friend of his (who wasn't as old) so we were all hanging out at the friend's house when my guy said, "Let's go for a ride." I couldn't wait to be alone with him so I jumped in his little white Mitsubishi truck and we drove down by the beach and then up to San Luis Pass and it was in that little truck that I had my first real kiss.
It was beautiful and romantic, just like I had imagined it to be. We spent a bit of time together in the coming days.

A week later, he calls...from jail.
He wouldn't tell me why he was in jail but he was begging me to wait for him. He wanted me to promise I wouldn't break up with him so he would know he had someone waiting for him on the outside.
I freaked. My parents would freak. Hell, they would officially kill me. I, ashamedly, confessed to him that I was only 14 and there was a long silence followed by a LOT of curse words and then I hung up.

I found out later that he was arrested for stealing a vehicle. The stolen vehicle in question was that same white truck in which I had experienced that one moment a young girl never forgets. Had the police found him on that day I was with him, my moment would have been even MORE memorable.