Until the middle of primary school, seems I was living in the 19th century, before the 60s really kicked in ...
I was in this catholic school that came to a halt a couple times each month to send us to the church across the street to confess our sins to the parish priest. Having to deliver on sudden notice was maybe a kind of introduction to managerial training, but damn, they never brought that up.
At one of these occasions, I was maybe 8 years old. Having no sins to confess at the moment, and with the fear of hell on my heels, I was in quite a bind.
I went into the confessional booth, my mind blank ...
When it came time to confess my (nonexistent) transgressions, I heard myself say:
"I LIED to a priest"
And VOILA ! Sin committed and confessed simultaneously !
Ah ... I feel better now
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Friends, does anyone among you want to declare a deep, dark secret before it's too late ? :S