Jail was basically what it was, a daycare jail. Which was nothing like a dream. It was hell, and you were always on the verge of possible death. Sounds like fun for a boy correction camp. Right?

Most of the kids there were falsely accused of crimes they never imagined to commit. Mom (one of the caregivers who was nicknamed that from the kids, his name is Mr P) he looks after section 3 (out of 4) they didn't mean anything other than where your meant to dig holes.

You were the new kid, which they haven't nicknamed you yet. So prey tell what they name you ask, at least it can't be as bad as farter. Or whatever little boys can imagine.