One summer, when I was maybe 11 or 12 years old, Mom and I decided we were going to go on a road trip to Vermont for the day, with the sole purpose of getting ice cream at the Ben & Jerry's Factory. I don't remember why we decided we were going to do this, but it feels like it was one of those spur-of-the-moment things with mom one summer weekend.
We got into the car and we drove for hours and hours, from Massachusetts to Vermont. We listened to a poor radio signal of "A Prairie Home Companion" (a radio show she enjoyed listening to) most of the way there. We talked about how beautiful the mountains were on the drive, and I declared I wanted to live in the Vermont mountains when I got older and write poems all day long. She loved that and remembered that fantasy for life.
We got to the factory during the day and took the factory tour. I was so excited, and we got to try a few new flavors they were testing out. I believe one of the flavors I got to taste (though it was already out there on the market) was Cherry Garcia.
We had a fun adventure. We probably made an outlet stop on the way somewhere, but it was a long time ago so I can't recall.
We got into the car and we drove for hours and hours, from Massachusetts to Vermont. We listened to a poor radio signal of "A Prairie Home Companion" (a radio show she enjoyed listening to) most of the way there. We talked about how beautiful the mountains were on the drive, and I declared I wanted to live in the Vermont mountains when I got older and write poems all day long. She loved that and remembered that fantasy for life.
We got to the factory during the day and took the factory tour. I was so excited, and we got to try a few new flavors they were testing out. I believe one of the flavors I got to taste (though it was already out there on the market) was Cherry Garcia.
We had a fun adventure. We probably made an outlet stop on the way somewhere, but it was a long time ago so I can't recall.
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