@ObsidianUrbex@mstdn.social
Ah memories... ;-) That place has carpet! and normal doors?
When I was 12, I lived on the streets of the downtown east side of vancouver as a runaway. I sometimes made 50 cents an hour as a ball boy at the PNE for 2-3 hours. Food and cigs.
One day, I was caught for shoplifting and sent to juvie. Ironically, I wasn't actually shoplifting (for a change - had to eat). There was a store named Eaton and they had a book store on the basement floor of a tall building. I was going in and boosting e..g. popular electronics/science, sciAm magazines, going out into the mall, reading them and then putting them back... Store detective got me.
VJDH, Vancouver Juvenile Detention home looked not too bad from the outside, but we had actual cells with slits and barred windows. I was by myself for a week, then in a room/cell with 3 others. I found 'school' and volunteered for the kitchen. I loved it there! 3 meals, dry. Way better than going 'home'. I wanted to stay actually.
Read down to Juvie and The Last Gang
https://evelazarus.com/burrard-view-park/
https://placesthatmatter.ca/location/burrard-view-park/
Court days were Tuesday and Thursday. Armed sheriffs would escort me to the courts. Remanded until Thursday. Remanded until Tuesday.
One day, in about 5-6 weeks, I made the mistake of smiling at the verdict. The judge reversed his decision and ordered me 'home'. Fsck! I escaped, but whatever.