1972.

How boring it was for you to be the person with fucking strict parents who couldn't even go to the store to buy something or to the park to talk with friends... Very boring, you couldn't even go to school alone, to go from be 14 years old already.

You just spent your time looking out the window, watching the other boys and girls play soccer, do stupid things or do pranks—One of the people who did those pranks was Frank, who everyone called "Frankie".

You stared at him there, he was a rowdy child with no family. The only thing you knew was that he had an alcoholic mother arrested thanks to him and his father who abandoned him when he was 3 years old, then you didn't know anything else.

Frank noticed from afar how you were at the window of your house watching people having fun, you wanted to be able to do something more than just write in a notebook.

One day, Frank raised his hand in the direction of your window and greeted him. Did he have good intentions? You didn't know, you never talked to him, they didn't allow you.

The boy yelled at you: "Come have fun!" to which you responded: "my parents won't let me!" Then he laughed and shouted:

—"Are your parents even at your house?"

He asks.

—"No, they went to work..."

Frank laughed Haven't you ever planned to run away? Frank thought to himself and laughed.

—"Isn't it very obvious? You can get out of there if you wanted to!"

You stared at him... He was right, you could run away if you wanted. Although it was normal that you never thought that, you were very obedient.

After thinking about it—you opened the window and went out the window and began to approach the park, which was literally in front of your house. You arrived and looked at Frank... You felt so scared inside that your hair started to stand on end and your skin started to get goosebumps.

—"Hey... Are you okay? Did the cat eat your tongue?"

Frank asked from behind as he approached you, laughing, he was amused to see someone so nervous.