CHICKEN RUN(mischief and juvenile jails)…

Think you guys should get use to my stories, being much longer,than intended…can’t help myself,as I get so carried away,especially when I’m going back in time…so please join in this memory…

I’m sure,that the memory, I’m about to share with you,will bring sòme thoughts of way back when,for you too.Maybe not exactly the same,but sòmething may jùst,loosen a little bit of nostalgia….

   Children,from my eldest brother and sisters generation,were more or less expected,to do certain things,at a certain age.Things like to slip out on Saterday nights,steal the parents car(they knew, for sure)and go pick up a girlfriend,without her parents knowledge.
   My eldest siblings,nephew and niece(brother and sister)with their loves,used to wait,until the usual Saterday family party,was in full swing,when they’d steal the key(same key that opened every lock,on that car)my uncle’s  Ford Fairlane,but push it out the driveway and then roll it down the street,for a block or two.
When I was older,they involved me,in the pushing of the car and I’d go along ànd not split on them,because I was promised so many nice things,on their return.Never happened.My father(our family)his eldest sister(niece and nephew and husband)and a middle sister(they were 10 children who survived out of 15….later more about it) would have party after party,every weekend,at dad’s eldest sister’s house.
There were friends too and between them,they made up a “family”band.I remember dad,playing the piano accordion and then an uncle was on guitar…. us children weren’t allowed,in the big living room,as we were “under the grown-up’s feet”but I’d sit around the corner and watched them,having fun.Then I’d dream of having my aunt’s life,when I grow up.She was vèry popular and everybody hanged on her lips.It seemed,like they had an endless amount of money and they never needed anything(on the contrary,to us)
As I grew up,I realized that my family were all the same.My mother and father fought every weekend and so did his sisters(only these 2 so close to him, that I know of)and their husbands.It was the outcome after every party, every weekend.My uncle would send my aunt off to work,with an black eye, most Mondays.She wasn’t innocent,in this,though.The eldest sister,turned the tables around and left her first husband,with more than a black eye,after a weekend.He sometimes had laserations,from when he fell,after she’d hit him.He passed away,when I was still small.Then she got married,to a man who taught her,how her late husband felt…
  
  It was the same story every Sunday…my uncle that woke up and the petroltank(gas)was on empty.He’d curse at the police,because they can’t catch the thieves,who stole the gas every weekend….like I said,the adults must’ve known about it,in a way,but it was sort of expected….

  My generation,were naughty,but not “criminal”. We stole fruit,whilst we had a double row of fruit trees,in our big backyard.Apple,pear, Orange,Lemon,Cherry, Peach, Apricot,Loquat,Mulberry…. but the nasty lady,next door had the juiciest,tastiest fruit.I’d find out later,that she also knew all along,but played along,as she knew that forbidden fruit are the juiciest and because,that was what kept us coming back,every different season…

  It was my 7th birthday and I got 10 cents from one of my mother’s friends.Before I could spend it,on something else,the guy selling baby chicks,from time to time,came around and I bought a chick,for the 10 cents.My friend told him,that it was my birthday and he gave me one more.
They slept in a box,in the “cook” kitchen.They were spoiled and followed me everywhere.My mother had to keep them inside,long enough,to let me get to school,otherwise I’d have to take them back home,from school.We chased each other around and they roamed the yard,vèry cocky and proud,like cocks do…

  On my 8th birthday,my”best” friend,at that stage,came over for a slice of cake and some soda.We went outside to play and at one stage,I got irritated with her,as shot down every idea,I have for a game.Like in real children’s games…hopscotch and jump,touches,overs, rounders,jumping rope…
I got an idea..I told her that we should race to my backdoor,which was quite a distance.The winner can choose the game.She agreed.We stood:on your marks,ready,steady….GO!!and of we went.I wasn’t really worried,as we were in opposite athletic teams and regularly raced against each other.I gave her the lead,but she didn’t stop at our backdoor.She pushed through,out the gate,straight into her front gate,a few houses down the street…..with 2 angry white cocks,right on her heels.I had to go fetch them and as I ran in front,they followed.I got a hiding,for misbehaving,later that night,after her mom came around
Then BLANK!!
I never thought about it,until years later…wondered what happened to my proud, snow white cocks…
Aparently I had them,on 2 different occasions,as Sunday lunch and I got the wishbone,both times…

  Through the generations, children were naughty and mischievous.It just seems as if the generation,my siblings grew up in,was more criminal,but was socially acceptable.Our generation,wasn’t really criminal,but more naughty and mischievous,yet we were punished much harsher.My children wasn’t as privileged,as the previous generations,like stealing fruit,or jumping fences because it became rèàl criminal acts.

  Nòwadays,their are juvenile jails,that accommodate the mischievous,naughty youngsters,doing the same as we did,years ago.Only now,they’re criminals.
  We aren’t born with a manual,in how to raise children and they don’t come with instructions.Even though individual parents,may raise their children seemingly different,from each other,I feel that the “generational”laws are the real ones,every family follows…I’m curious about my grandchildren’s generation….