When I was about 8 years old, most little girls had long dresses for parties and 'best'. One day, when I was playing in our garden and all the washing was on the line, 2 little girls who lived next-door-but-one and belonged to a very loving but poor family, called over to me and asked, admiringly, "Is that your long dress?" They were actually pointing to my nightie but I knew that, for them, it still looked like a lovely dress and I didn't want to make them feel silly - or envious - by telling the truth, so I just said yes, it was my long dress. That's one white lie that I'm quite proud of!