When I was a kid...

 

When I was a kid, my brother Carlos and I always had these weird plans in our heads,
and the area we lived in had everything for us to get into trouble.
We used to live in the countryside, and my mother was always protective towards us.
She told us not to get too far away from the house and to come home before the dark.

This was frustrating, especially for Carlos, so one day he suggested that we should go to the mountains instead of school in the morning. I was a bit cautious, so I told him that there could be dangerous dogs or wolves there. But he said that he’d never heard anyone talk about wolves or dogs near the mountains.

We put some snacks and water in our bags in the morning, and on the way to school, we changed our direction towards the mountains instead of the school. To cut the story short, we were lost there for a full day until the next morning. I remember that I told Carlos it was going to be the last night of our lives, and Carlos kept asking himself why he’d suggested going to the mountains.
We were found and brought back to safety by a search group from the village the next morning.