I love spending the holidays with my family especially Easter. On this particular Easter, I was extremely excited because I was seeing all the Cadbury Bunny commercials on television, I was anticipating the Easter egg hunt at school and at church; and I was trying to find out what kind of Easter basket my mother bought for me. My grandmother was going to fix dinner for everyone Easter Sunday, but before Easter came my mother went shopping for me, and bought me a pretty, purple, ruffled dress. I had a matching purple hat, white tights and shoes, and even a white coin purse. When I was getting ready for Easter Sunday, my mother rolled my hair up in rollers the night before, and I had big, fluffy bangs the next day. I had small purple earrings in my ears, and these pastel colors were the greatest for spring. On Easter Sunday, I was dressed, ready to go to Sunday school and my aunt and mother took pictures of me, my cousin, and grandmother. I was happy, confident, and full of joy because I felt like a little princess.
When we arrived at church, all my grandmother’s friends, and people I had known going to church said, “Ooh, you look so pretty!” The older women hugged me and I smiled, jovial and feeling like the sweet, little girl I was. The Sunday school lesson that followed was very educational, and I learned how Jesus died for my sins and rose again. At that time, I did not quite understand it, but I felt good knowing I answered the Sunday school teacher’s questions correctly. I was on the ball! I had for the first time in my young life did not feel bad about who I was, and I felt good learning about Jesus. Easter was more about Easter baskets and bunnies back then, but when I went to Sunday school that day I understood what it truly meant. After Sunday school we went to hunt for Easter eggs outside on the church grounds. Everyone was excited, and my cousins and I found a lot of eggs. The grown-ups in the church gave us more candy, we colored pictures, and we all told the congregation what Easter meant to us. The Easter I spent as a princess was the Easter that stood out in my memory because I felt extremely happy about life, and about my family. I remember that Easter everyone got along, and I remember every Easter after that my mother always buying me the most beautiful dresses. I always felt like a princess for Easter because my mother made sure I was dressed to the nines, and my hair was in place. Easter is not about Cadbury Bunnies, dresses or Easter baskets, but for me my earliest memories of Easter happiness combined the joy of childhood meanings of the holiday with the spirit of familial love.