The parents who live next door often go away and leave their kids at home. One time, when the oldest child was 14, the parents went away for the weekend. The parents usually leave Friday night and arrive back late Sunday. As soon as the parents leave, the boys mates arrive. They would go out into their back yard and play cricket whilst they were drinking. The empty cans and bottles would be thrown over into our yard. The language was unbelievable. The swearing, the yelling and the constant bang of the ball as it slammed into a tin shed in their back yard kept us awake most of Friday and Saturday nights. The cricket would usually continue until 2.00 or 3.00 am.
The drinking would get worse throughout Friday night, Saturday and by Saturday night, we were kept awake with the constant sound of vomiting by the boys. I wondered where the boys were getting the beer. I overheard a conversation where one of the boys said that a girl who worked in the pub would give them beer, if they had sex with her. Of course, along with the drinking would come the arguments and the violence. The sounds of drunked boys yelling abuse, swearing and the sounds of things smashing filled the once peaceful quiet night.
After they got sick of the cricket, usually at about 3.00 am, they would progess to the front yard. Where they spilled over to the road. They would be out on the road yelling abuse and swearing drunkenly for hours. Quite a few times they would walk down to the corner shop and come back running furiously. They would all then run upstairs, turn out all the lights and sit inside the house. Then, cars would come screaming down the road searching for them. When the cars had left, the boys would come out again and stand around laughing and drinking and bragging about how they had got away with it. I don't know what they were doing. But they never got caught, to my knowledge.
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