When my grandmother was in the second grade, she wanted a library card, but her school's rules held that you had to be in at least the third grade to get one.
(Why would this be a rule?
If you know what a library is, and you still want to go there?
It's not like it's a bar, and 7-year-olds can't handle their knowledge.)
So she told the librarian that she WAS in the third grade to combat this discrimination.
She put the "lie" in "library," thankfully not in writing, or it would have given her away.
But she was found out eventually.
The school called her mother, who came and disciplined her physically.
What do you say to a child when punishing them for wanting to read?
"This will teach you to want to learn!"
And that's how my grandmother became a zen master.