When I was four years old I got ill. I took medicine twicea day. The medicine had so a bitter taste that I took it mixed inorange juice. The problem was that I can’t still taste the medicine.In a particular afternoon my mother brought the drink in. Asshe gave it to me, the phone rang and she went to answerit. I looked at the orange drink and decided I couldn’t face them,so I hid the glass behind a pile magazines. Of course, whenmy mother was asked, “Have you already taken your medicine?”I said, “Yes.” I felt very pleased with me. The next day, mymother found drink when she was doing the housework. Shelooked at me serious and said, “It’s bad to tell lies !”