The Little Man with the Big Vision

When I was 12 years old a man riding a bicycle came to my house. When I answered the door, he asked me if my mother was home. He talked to my mother and gave her a peace of paper, before he rode off in his bicycle.
Curious as I am, I asked my mother who he was. She told me that, the little man on the bicycle wants to make history.
It took a while, but the 'little man' eventually made history in 2008 when I was old enough to understand what he was talking about. He talked about change, changing culture, traditions, government, governance and the world.
He did try for a bit. But I guess he got tired. Or maybe, he finally understood why his predecessor changed.
The rumour mills started buzzing... again. Some said, 'the little man' has managed to do, in one year, what took the 'old man' to accomplish in thirty years. These rumors are not necessarily positive.
Nevertheless, they are beginning to seem true... The 'traditional march' to escort foreign dignitaries is back. The distribution of power among family is back. The suppression of expression is back. The manhandling of masses is back.
I still remember that day he came to our house on a bicycle. The little man with the big vision. The little man who wanted to change the world... That is how I want to remember him.
But at this rate, history will remember him, only as a tiny ripple in the meandering river of politics, who failed to utilize his 60 seconds of fame into a meaningful chapter in history.