I was sixteen years old when I stopped lying to my father. I decided one day that we were not close enough for me to care too much about what he thought or what he might do to me. My honesty initiated a cascade of events that led to some pretty tough situations for me, but I have never regretted my decision to tell the truth. There is freedom in honesty. It is a freedom of spirit and freedom of conscience; sweet and complete. I do not remember the circumstances that led me to make my decision but I do recall the circumstances that surrounded my taking the first step. Here is the story and what I learned from it.