There's a difference between the biggest lie and the worst lie. My worst lie was in grade three and it still haunts me because of the utter pack mentality I joined in my class.
My teacher had loved showing us his slide show of Fiji. One day the slides went missing. One person said that he saw a girl in our class, that no one liked, throwing them at the back of a bus. For some reason another kid joined in, and another and another and pretty soon I was also saying it was true.
I was the teacher's pet at that time. Imagine his disappointment in all of us, and me especially, come spring when he found the missing box of slides peeking out of the melting snow in his driveway.
From that day on, I championed every underdog that ever came my way, and do to this day. I wish I could find Bev all these years later and tell her how truly sorry I am that we were so hateful and stupid that we hurt her so badly.
It reminds me of that sci fi story, All Spring in A Day.