I think when I was nine years old. I started to run away from here.
Tag: School grounds
It’s just so miserable out there. You never get to see your parents. Sometimes I have to stay at the at the residential for I say maybe, sometimes for two three weeks there, nobody’s around
When we were out there, we almost froze that’s why we decided came back but he caught us like I told you, he caught us. And we went back and he strapped us.
I wanted them to speak English when they went to school. I didn’t want them to experience what I experienced
I went to the bathroom we were already in bed, I got caught for getting up and I had to kneel outside, outside the door. I don’t know how long, my knees were really hurting from kneeling down
It now is a place of learning, so it is teaching people to have good lives. In that way all that ugliness will not win, the evil the was there
They would talk about what they went through in residential school and how they treated badly. I used to think I was treated bad, but listening to them they were treated way worse
We snuck away from school; the police were looking for us. We got caught and brought back to school. They strapped us continuously on our hands
Of course, there were many rules. We learned from the others, or we learn by the mistakes that we made, while we were there, and we got punished. I don’t know if the students that were there already, who knew the rules already, might have enjoyed watching us suffer being punished because we didn’t know the rules… but, we weren’t, the rules weren’t shared.
You know as well as I do that after three days, Bologna not sitting in a fridge turns green. That’s what was fed to us on a train, green bologna, and some of the children are hungry but I think that most, most of us probably ate just the peanut butter sandwich and got rid of the rest.