I WISH THERE WERE DRIVE-INS IN SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO
This is written by a kid who was born in Hawthorne, California, who had a few adventures there before moving to San Juan Capistrano, California and having adventures starting from the first day in the first home that his parents bought for 27,000 dollars. Today there would be an extra zero and two at times.
As this post is the first of a zillion on the secret kid life of a kid, I will not start exactly at the beginning but at a story chosen almost randomly. This guy and I, we used to sneak into the drive-in theater that was there in those times. We crawled through a back fence and lay on sleeping bags and watched a movie for free. In those days a kid couldn't download one. We had things that were more fun to do.
A bit behind the drive-in was a Kentucky Fried Chicken - in those days the acronym disease had not yet bitten. It was just what it was - Kentucky Fried Chicken. San Juan Capistrano was a benighn, innocent town back then. I guess it was sometime around 1973 or so. Once in awhile we would sneak into the grounds and lie next to a speaker pole and tell the employees that our moms and dads were in a car at another pole. I don't think in all the years that my family lived in that town that we ate at Kentucky Fried Chicken. There was Jack 'n the Box then.
On one fateful occasion my friend and I got it into our heads to walk into the back door of the joint with hands under shirt, demanding the 'Secret Recipe'. What could people expect anyway - we were growing up on ads on TV. "Give us your secret recipe", we sternly demanded. And then, as he approached us, we fled. My friend made it under the fence of the drive-n. I got caught. I was terrified. When he grabbed me outside, I told him it was all in fun and he finally let me go. It was just another day in the life of a kid.
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