As a young six year-old in grade school, my INTJ brother was already a skeptic.
One Monday morning, he arrived in his first grade classroom to find the desks toppled and papers strewn about everywhere. He liked to get to class early, so he was the first one there.
It was just him and his teacher (we'll call her Miss T.), amidst a swirling mess.
"What happened?" he asked Miss T., wide-eyed.
"Oh, Danny," his teacher responded with alarm, "We had such a terrible storm in here over the weekend! It was a great big tornado! Can you believe it? It knocked ALL the desks down!"
For a brief instant Danny was surprised with the news. But before his mind could even form a sense of "Wow! A tornado!" his skepticism took over. No, he could not believe it.
If there had been a tornado, why wasn't the building's structure damaged in any way? For that matter, why wasn't the rest of the school affected? Why was his teacher, sweet young Miss T., the only one who seemed to know anything about this "tornado"?!
He began to ask questions and to demand answers. Poor Miss T. thought she was going to teach a fun class focused on weather phenomena that day. Little did she know what she was really in for.
She couldn't answer all his pointed and specific questions, and finally broke down and told him the truth. She had done it all herself. The desks, the papers, everything. None of it was real. There was no tornado, and the windows had been shut all weekend, not a solitary wind had been allowed to get through. Danny begrudgingly helped his teacher clear up the papers and right the fallen desks.
Later that day, after school was over, Danny's mother received a telephone call from a frazzled and worried Miss T. Apparently, although previously adored by young Danny, he now held her in some kind of contempt.
"He just won't forgive me for lying to him," she said sadly.
He had lost all respect for her. After all, the truth was of utmost importance to him, and she had tried to mask it and form it her own way, and to keep the real truth from Danny. He had seen through her deceit and could no longer hold her in his esteem.
His mother couldn't help. "He just doesn't like to be lied to," she counseled Miss T. "There's no other way around it."
I love this story of my brother, and thought some of you NTs might enjoy it, too.