Well,I made it into the gossip chains as being the meanest lady in the village. These kids came over to play with the dog. Six kids under 12 running around like this was their private playland, kicking my volleyball, teasing the dog, running through the laundry. I welcomed them at first, being nice and all, but they really took advantage of the moment. I finally grabbed the ball after they threw it at my butt a few times and put it away. Then they tried to get inside the house, pounding at the door and ringing the bell constantly. When Maya answered, they wouldn't close the door,so I was "firm." I tried to be busy in the garden, thinking that by ignoring their antics they would go away, but they kept jumping up and down off the deck and racing around. So, I decided to go indoors. At that point, they discovered the hose. In spite of the fact that it is winter, they began spraying the hose - everywhere - on themselves, the dog, the house.
Just at that time, the senior Nibe-san walked by,but he didn't say a thing! I was almost going to get angry when moments later the phone rang. He reported what he saw to my mother-in-law's house, sending my sister-in-law over here to reprimand the urchins! She only grabbed one but made him apologize and bow deeply to me (she had to foribly push him into prostrate position) - and then she smacked him.
Within an hour, the village walkers became the village talkers and everyone was talking about the unruly kids and how they were punished at my house. I was impressed how this watching out for one another worked this time. I was feeling helpless - the kids didn't listen to me or to Maya. It's good to know that the village eyes are always watching.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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I wonder what comes over a group of kids to make them go so berserk like that (and worse, at times). I would have had to tie myself up to keep from kicking them, I swear. I have low tolerance for such antics, but I also have a deep-seated loathing (after being harassed for years from age 11 to 14) by a racist gang in the Irish neighborhood where we lived then (and I was a biracial Hispanic chubby kid target, too good to miss for them). The meanness of them, the circling and unrelenting prankishness. It was scary and it was infuriating.
I'm glad your SIL took them in hand, literally.
I bet individually these kids are fine. It's a weird mob thing that takes over, I guess. Primal.
At least, I hope they're nice individually. :)
Have a good one,
Mirtika
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