Childhood Memories - Playing Spies

Here’s an insight into my childhood memories.
I have two brothers, one is eighteen months older than me and the other is three years younger than me.
In the summer of about 2001 when I was about nine my brothers and I became slightly bored one day and decided to become spies. My mum was doing things inside the house, probably in the kitchen in the front of the house and we went into the garden.
At first we was spying on my next door neighbor’s garden but that got quite boring because nothing was happening. Then we decided to spy on the garden over the back of ours, all we could see was the trees and bushes and part of the house through the trees. At the time we had a low fence at the back so we could duck down and peek over the top. My older brother decided we should go into the garden and spy on the house. I wasn’t entirely sure but went with it.
We hopped over the fence and crept to the back of the garden where there was a small hill of grass. We, in turn, looked over the hill at the house. Suddenly we all saw a face at the window and scuttled back to our fence and jumped back home and walked calmly into the house so our mum didn’t suspect anything.
A few days later my mum was putting washing out in the garden and we were playing in the house. I saw that she was talking over the fence to the owner of the house at the back and thought of the worst. We had been trespassing in someone else’s garden, we was sure to be told off. 
My mum came into the house and gathered us together.
“I was talking to our neighbor over the back, she said she has been seeing little heads popping up over the hill at the back. Do you know anything about that?”
My older brother piped up first. 
“We was only looking, we didn’t do anything, I promise.”
“I would prefer if you would ask the person before you go over into someone else’s garden. She did say she isn’t worried that you went over but you can play over there if you like.”
We found out that her daughter goes to school with my younger brother and after that he went over there a bit to play in their garden. We did apologize to my mum and my neighbor and we was forgiven.
A fond memory of a very nice neighbor and an exhilarating moment.

Betsie