@Tetters I suppose " telling a Porky" means telling a big fat lie ?
I did the same with my first job with "Uncle Tom". "How long have you been riding?," he asked. "Oh my Daddy got me a pony when I was 5, so, 8 years."
(My Dad died when I was 2 !!)
In actuality it was my third time that day apart from sitting on the retired Draft horses one of our neighbors had on their farm. They were retired, as were the horses and I used to come to their farm, play with their Bulldog and Boxer dog, then eventually climbed up the fence in order to get onto their very kid friendly Belgian gelding. After a while he'd walk off to graze with me riding bareback. I was so brazen because the house window shades were always drawn and you never saw a car there.
After a few years of this I was at Lucky's Supermarket, a tiny little mostly bread and eggs store on the corner of my street when the lady in front of me at the checkout dropped a $5 bill out of her purse. I picked it up and said: " Excuse me, Ma'm you dropped this. " She looked at me and said: " Oh, I know you !! You're that little girl who's always playing with my dogs and riding my horses . "
I was never so mortified !! Caught in the act!!