I don't think I have any bad memories of chocolate, quite the opposite really. Chocolate was always an escape for me I feel. One of the earliest memories I have was watching this movie about chocolate with my family. It had an old man that walked again, a young boy, and an eccentric factory owner that I always looked up to for some reason. Years later I still watched the movie, and began making my own chocolate as a result. Though, unexcitingly, my chocolate was just melted down store-brand chocolate chips that I had put into a bar mold. Even still, I was proud of it every time I made it, and it's a tradition I keep up to this day, using the same mold, making the same bars, using the same brand of chocolate chips. It's a constant that I can always look forward to, and unlike anything else, it'll always stay the same.