He was reluctant to look back. Such a young boy, crying because he didn't want to return to his small, filthy town, with people he never liked, living with close minded familiars he had no patience with. He was so young with such bright thoughts! He was denying to look back and see his familiars asking him to return. He wouldn't. He'd rather run to the woods, be with the animals and the wilderness, play with the dogs, get dirty with nature filling his soul.

But... so young! He can't stay. He has to return and finish his studies at the best school in town. He was so intelligent! He would never do homework or study at home, but he never felt like he needed that. He would always figure in the Top 3 students of his class! Always, until his mind collapse at the 8th grade, but that's another tale.

So, as always and always, he returned. Ahhh, his dream was to live to with his mother. His mother was such an important figure in his life. He always dreamed he could live forever in the woods with his mother and his mother's boyfriend. He loved her boyfriend, also. He was such a nice man! He never had a masculine figure in his life that he could call "dad" and that could roll in the sand, run with the dogs, with him. He loved his grandfather, but he was always busy, and he thought the old man was annoying.

When he grew up, his vacations were the best part of his life. Very normal for a youngster. Spending the summer with his mother and her boyfriend, future husband! But they moved to the big city, left the woods! That was tragic... right? He didn't think so, though. He was very curious about the big city! Lots of things to do. So there he went with his mother.. whenever he could, he would be there. The big city. And he presenced things that as life went on made him bitter. Alcohol, drugs... all had big influences in his pure thoughts of life. The view he had on his mother's boyfriend (now husband) started to change... but he still loved him.

Later on, he found out his mother was a liar. She said she was in college finishing a domestic economy course, asking money from his always broke grandfather, until the day he called the university and found out that she had stopped going to classes for an year. In the meantime, his mother got married. And moved permanently to the big city. Settled there and started a regular medium-class life. Or whatever that means in a third world's country.

A little older, his dreams have changed. His dreams were now to live in the big city with mom. Get close to the action! That filthy old town had nothing to offer. He needed to move! So that became his target. As always, after insisting with life, he was able to move to the big city and feel the action! Alcohol, drugs, friends! He had all that! Nightlife, excitation! He could do anything he wanted... or at least that's what he thought.

Now, many years later, he looks back to the times where he used to cry because he didn't want to return to the filthy old town where he spent his childhood with his annoying grandparents. And now, differently, he cries, because he can't be there anymore.