Chapter 1
I remember, when I was little, living in Midgar. We lived at 13 24th street, the Plate. I was a rich sucker. We had this big ass house, like a lot of the guys we lived around. Yeah, so ever since I was little, I wanted to go into space. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't one of those guys who sat around outside staring at the stars or nothin'. I just wanted to go to space.

My parents were complete bitches, to say the least. Not to disrespect 'em or anything, seeing as they're dead, but they were bitches. They wanted me to work with my ol' man at this stupid store they owned. I hated it. It was one of those stores where you go inside and it smells like they burned candles that smelled like wood all night long so you'd think 'What a homely, rustic place! I think these people are honest and I want to buy from them'. Now that's the cheapest way to get someone to buy your stuff. Not only that, but everything they sold was crap. The item of the day could be half a wagon wheel for you to stick on your lawn and make everyone think your house is so old, Ancients parked on your property and buried their wagon in the ground to symbolize the greatness of fake grass on metal.

So, as soon as I was about 17, I left home, and began my search for a really kick ass place to live. I ended up sitting outside the Midgar gates, beating the shit out of little kids for their money. I admit to it- I was homeless. Homeless Cid Tucker, the blonde kid with the smoking problem. My parent's name was Tucker. I hated that, too. It made me sound gay. Cid Tucker. So I illegally changed my name to Highwind. I figured if I was gonna be homeless, I might as well be cool about it. My friends brought me smokes for awhile, at least until they decided I sucked. Well, I was real stupid. I was like, @#!* them, I don't need anybody! And I went to Kalm.

Kalm's a real weird place. They're all afraid someone's gonna invade 'em, or that giant worms are gonna pop outta the ground or something. So, they put up a wall, and they put down a couple of blue rocks, and then they're safe. Safe as ever. They got kids falling outta 2 story castle windows, but at least they're safe from giant worms.

I tried to find a job there. I ended up working on that well they got in the middle of town. I @&%$# hate that well. I was Kalm's only mechanic, and I sucked at it. I lied though- told 'em I worked on shit like this all the time. Like hell. I'd never picked up a wrench in my life. But after awhile, I got good at it. I could fix anything that came my way. Anything 'cept airplanes. To tell you the truth, I'd never seen a real plane before, neither. But one day, some old guy stops in, askin' for someone to fix up his engine. I figured he was talkin' about cars, so I went out to take a look. But no, it was a plane. He asked me if I knew what I was doing, and I said yeah. I mean, I didn't want to sound like a #@%$ or anything, so I got to work. Turns out I didn't know what I was doing. The guy was all pissed off, and I had to help him get it over to Midgar. Most work I ever done in my life, I swear. Well, when we got there, he explained that I didn't need to be paid for anything, and that I should be on my way. The next part, I don't really wanna repeat it. It's so embarrassing. But I will anyways, because there shouldn't be any shame in being a baby. I begged the guy to teach me how to fly. And that's where the interesting stuff starts.