The Barter

i cant remember much from this cul de sac, i remember the park up the road with the slides (i am told this park are now flats) i remember walks with my father thru the nearby woods and a boy across the road called cian. he had a tractor and trailer which i wanted real bad. i must have been three at the time when we agreed on a trade, he was four, but he didnt know what he wanted in return. i remember seeing a 6pack of sliver wrapped choc bars in the kitchen and decided this would have to do. when we meet halfway between our houses for the trade he was delighted with the bars, grabbed them off me and ran into the woods to devour them. i spent the rest of the day until it got dark playing on my new automobile. my mother came looking for me and asked where i got the tractor and i told her from cian and we swoped for the bars in the kitchen, my mother freaked at what i had done and came over to cians house with me to return the tractor, where we found hat his mother had killed him too. he got back his tractor and trailer back and i never saw those choc bars again.....and i learned my first lesson; nothing in life goes the way you want it to.