To my parents, lying was the most serious offence one could commit. It usually resulted in long, guilt-ridden lectures and a lengthy period of house restriction (or some equivalent). At 14, I went through a period of rebellion that took the form of challenging my parent’s rules on honesty.
I had just gotten off a week-long grounding and was out with some friends at the mall, when someone suggested hopping a bus to a local hamburger place.