# Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot

Author: Care A Lot
Tags: Dreams, No-Yiff, Other, Youth, remembering

Prose/Poetry I love you

I was born in the 70s, among odd angled houses,

and eyes looking out of windows. 

"Mellow Yellow", along with "How Much is that Doggy in the Window?",

seems connected forever in my life. 

The first song I remember was a Doors' song, "Riders On The Storm".

The last song, on the last recorded album by all four Doors,

before Jim Morrison died, in 1971. 

In 2004, or 2005,

I read a Birthday book in a Florida library,

and flipped to the last page.

My birthday:  March 19, 1978. 

I do not know what it said verbatim,

but, cross my heart, and hope to die,

I read that that day had some very significant importance.

I have never forgotten that moment. 

I have never forgotten many moments,

Like how my Mom and I used to play Guess Who? while eating sugar cookies, and watching This Old House on PBS, on Saturday evenings.  Or shooting "hoops" in a Tupperware plastic trashcan, pretending I was Larry Bird, somewhere in Northampton, MA, in or around 1985.  Or, how I used to watch "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", and I am pretty sure, "Care Bears II:  A New Generation", at my Aunt Denise's house in that same apartment complex in Northampton.  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_.

Somewhere, I figured there was a real "Chocolate Factory", or "Care A Lot", and I would find it, or that they would come to me. 

The _hope_ of these things still drive me on to live.

Christians have their "heaven"; Buddhists have their "Nirvana".

Well, I have my "Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot", and it would be my ideal heaven.  A mix of both oddities, and love; of sincerity, and illusion; of giggles, and dreams; of light, and beauty; of insanity, and perfection.

My Daddy is West Coast liberal; my Mama, East Coast conservative. 

Me? 

I'm Coast to Coast Caring Chocolate.

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