I met Reyboy five years ago when I was hired to produce a video about how an isolated fishing village in the southern Philippines survives during devastating storms. All twelve years of Reyboy’s life belong there — the water rippling past him as he swims in the sea, the salt appearing as sea droplets dry on his back, the games played in the forest with his cousins, and the nights spent under the stars imagining the world beyond his hometown. When I found out that Reyboy is leaving to study in the city as there is no high school in his town, I returned to the village. With a camera in hand, we recorded the little things we wanted to remember together. As the summer ended and gave way to the rain, I walked with Reyboy as he prepared to leave his home. In small gestures, he learns how to say goodbye to the only world he knows. As we stand at an intersection, between remembering the past and facing the future, we pause to take a last look at this moment of life. We find the beauty in growing up, and the courage to say farewell to a childhood that will never return.