I want you to describe a memory.

Tell me a pleasant memory you hold dear. Perhaps something you treasure of a memory with a relative or someone you held dear and close to your heart. A childhood memory that made you FEEL loved and secure.
I am tired of the Drama I read in S.W. of those bragging of their sexuality.

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From the time I was 3 we went to Denny's every day so my parents could drink coffee and talk with friends. Sometimes I got hot chocolate. The waitstaff was like family. And occasionally the owner would give me m&ms on my way out.
On the weekend, except in winter, I spent in the back seat of the car driving 'west' or east'. There was never a destination. We would drive for hours to get coffee three states away, turn around and return home.