Growing up In Chile

Chile was a section of my life that was very memorable. My brother and I use to have a good friend that lived about a mile from us named Freddy. We use to get into everything. Several of my stories ended up with Freddy getting in trouble and my brother and I having to go home. One story that I recall well was one time Freddy got his dads keys for a large tractor that was in the field. We were all to small to reach the pedals so we had to each take a side and Freddy got the steering wheel. Well we turned it on and accidentally put the plow down. We started moving with Freddy telling us what to do. We left a huge piece of grazing land with plow marks,(no way of covering our tracks literaly!) We were not trying to drive it we just wanted to start it, but it got away from us. Of course once we stopped, and nervously got off the tractor, did we realise the huge plow marks behind us and new we were in big trouble and then proceeded to run home for safety!