{"sf1_id":573683,"sf2_id":"dmW4OdRn","title":"Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot","author":"Care A Lot","words":334,"posted_at":"2013-08-08T02:20:00.000Z","tags":["Dreams","No-Yiff","Other","Youth","remembering"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/573683-chocolate-factory-care-a-lot","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmW4OdRn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ea/79/ea79a569-c88c-4f63-bafa-82cb704e8296","description":"Prose/Poetry I love you","content":"I was born in the 70s, among odd angled houses,\n\nand eyes looking out of windows.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mellow Yellow\", along with \"How Much is that Doggy in the Window?\",\n\nseems connected forever in my life.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe first song I remember was a Doors' song, \"Riders On The Storm\".\n\nThe last song, on the last recorded album by all four Doors,\n\nbefore Jim Morrison died, in 1971.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn 2004, or 2005,\n\nI read a Birthday book in a Florida library,\n\nand flipped to the last page.\n\nMy birthday:\u0026nbsp; March 19, 1978.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI do not know what it said verbatim,\n\nbut, cross my heart, and hope to die,\n\nI read that that day had some very significant importance.\n\nI have never forgotten that moment.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI have never forgotten many moments,\n\nLike how my Mom and I used to play Guess Who? while eating sugar cookies, and watching This Old House on PBS, on Saturday evenings.\u0026nbsp; Or shooting \"hoops\" in a Tupperware plastic trashcan, pretending I was Larry Bird, somewhere in Northampton, MA, in or around 1985.\u0026nbsp; Or, how I used to watch \"Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory\", and I am pretty sure, \"Care Bears II:\u0026nbsp; A New Generation\", at my Aunt Denise's house in that same apartment complex in Northampton.\u0026nbsp; To all my adults, and other youths with me, they may not have thought of such experiences as much, but to me, they mean _a lot_.\n\nSomewhere, I figured there was a real \"Chocolate Factory\", or \"Care A Lot\", and I would find it, or that they would come to me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe _hope_ of these things still drive me on to live.\n\nChristians have their \"heaven\"; Buddhists have their \"Nirvana\".\n\nWell, I have my \"Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot\", and it would be my ideal heaven.\u0026nbsp; A mix of both oddities, and love; of sincerity, and illusion; of giggles, and dreams; of light, and beauty; of insanity, and perfection.\n\nMy Daddy is West Coast liberal; my Mama, East Coast conservative.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMe?\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm Coast to Coast Caring Chocolate.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}