Charlie Bucket was an ordinary boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and a sweet temperment.  He was not taller, nor faster, nor more popular, nor richer than other teenagers.  In fact, he was a bit small for his age, and before he met Mr. Wonka, barely had enough to eat.  Charlie did, however, have a wonderful family, and that brightened his life every day.  It had taken a while to convince Mr. Wonka to allow his relatives to come live in the chocolate factory, but it had been worth it.<br/><br/>Charlie awoke early on a Saturday, warm in his bed in the makeshift bedroom as usual.  The brilliant colors outside his window instantly reminded him of where he now lived.  An unexplainable giddiness filled him up, and he changed his clothes and tidied himself up as quickly as possible.  Convincing his mother to let him skip breakfast, Charlie ran outside and was immediately met with a glorious sight: candy apple trees to his right, gummy bear bushes to his left, candy cane vines, chocolate candy plants, and of course, the edible grass beneath his feet.  He'd never experienced anything so wonderful in his life, and even for the second time, it was mind boggling.  Charlie doubted that Willy Wonka's genius imagination would ever fail to amaze him.  The chocolatier also happened to be extremely handsome in his own quirky way, something that also seemed to put Charlie in a daze.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wonka?" the boy called out into the vast meadow, wondering just where in the seemingly endless factory the man might be lurking.  He wanted desperately to start experimenting and brainstorming.