Like most children, I grew up relating Easter to an over-sized, furry, white bunny who hid plastic, colorful eggs filled with goodies for me and my siblings to find. While I was disappointed learning that the Easter Bunny wasn’t real after I turned eight, I still enjoyed in partaking in the festivities. There’s one Easter Sunday that always sticks out in my mind when I reminisce about my childhood.
Growing up, holidays were usually spent with the family and Easter was no exception. When I was ten years old, my parents decided that we should go to my Aunt Lorraine’s for Easter. Her children were younger than me, but I still enjoyed playing with them. My other aunt, Aunt Naomi, would be there as well with her daughter Ashley, who was also younger. It would be a day of kids running around the yard, music being played on the stereo, and burgers and hotdogs being grilled on the barbeque.
I think I remember this Easter the most because I wore an outrageously bright fuchsia dress with an over sized sunhat to match. When I think back, I wonder what I was thinking when I picked out that outfit. Most kids usually wear something that would strike people as unusual, but this was just outright tacky. Thank goodness my clothing habits have changed.
Regardless of my horrendous attire, I still remember the fun I had that day. My younger sisters and cousins still had the fun of thinking that the Easter Bunny really paid a visit and hit dozens of eggs just for them to hunt for in the backyard. And I still had the fun of hunting the eggs with them, knowing it was really our parents who cleverly, and not so cleverly, hid the eggs. Of course, I went along with the whole story of the Easter Bunny for the sake of keeping the innocence around as long as possible.
The “Easter Bunny” was almost revealed that day, though. The rule when the eggs were being hidden was that all of the children had to go into one of the bedrooms and play until the parents said it was time to go egg hunting. One of my younger sisters needed to go to the bathroom. To make sure that they didn’t go off snooping around, I went with them. But after she was done, she ran off into the kitchen which had a window that faced out into the backyard. Luckily, I was fast enough to catch her and bring her back into the bedroom. Of course, I believe she would find out the next Easter that the bunny was really our parents. But at least I saved her innocence for one more year.