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Owairaka Boys Home

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It was pretty cold that morning and I arrived to school late, once again.  When I got there I had to go through my classroom to get to where all classrooms would assemble  from Monday to Friday. I think because it where roll calls were done then. Anyway as I was going through the class room I saw that our teacher had left her bag hang ing on her chair by her desk. So I went over and went through her bag and saw her money purse.   All I saw was paper money then.. Probably not even knowing how much until later. I took it all and turned around us and for some reason my head was saying go hide it somewhere….I found myself heading towards the boys toilets and stashed it behind one of them. Then went to assembly.  Next thing I remember was the police talking to me. What I found out later was that another boy, who also arrived late, had been questioned also and had said that he had seen me arrived late also.                       So….hours later I’m showing them were I stashed the money. Anyways I’ve jump a little too far forward. I go back to the police….the officer was already familiar with who I was and my whole family. This is another chapter maybe. We him Constable Edwards…Hitler was his nick name by everyone…. This man plays a big part of what I became. I was interviewed by him for hour before I finally gave in. I recall as he was interviewing me, I was interviewed in our classroom, and as I was getting interviewed other kids where looking through the classroom window pointing their fingers….I could read their lips and they we’re calling me a thief.                                   I was taken home by Constable Edwards that day….the ride in the police car was sort When we arrive home…..Home…63 Castledine Crescent….I was told by Edwards to stay in the car while he went to talk to someone….that someone was my mother. I didn’t recall much of what was said but I do recall hearing my mother say that they couldn’t handle me. We ended up at the Glen lnnes police station….I was lock in this little room, which seemed like hours and then being taken to Owairaka Boys home.

We got there About dinnertime and I was taken to the dinning room and was sat down with another boy who I think was working outside of the boys home and had dinner when he return. Anyways on my plate was carrots and parsley and every mouth full I wanted to vomit. The other boy was telling me that i had to eat it.

 

I can’t really remember how long I was there before I was to attend youth court but it was   frightening. Our daily routine started off with getting out of bed and running around the field until we were told to stop. Sometimes if we were slow running around the field the officer would make us run again. Running around the field with no shoes wasn’t un

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