Hippity Hoppity Easter is on Its Way

Easter 1992, but the year doesn't really matter. I was four years old during this time; try to take a moment and think back to when you were a kid, and Easter was fast approaching. Can you connect with any of the feelings from that time? When I think back, a kaleidoscope of images and emotions come come pouring into my soul, and create a warmth like rays of sun shining down to a beach goer on a mid-summer's day. Maybe... that's a bit excessive...or very excessive...Either way, when I think back to Easter 1992; the Easter Bunny, Easter Egg Hunts, and time with my family, it feels good.

Carrots and Eggs, that's what the Easter Bunny would like for a snack right? I hope so because that is what I would leave out for him (or her?) to eat before I went to sleep for the night. I still remember the thrill of waking up in the morning to find the bits of eggshell left on the plate, and the carrot nowhere to be found. Surely, the Easter Bunny had been to my house, and it was now time to wake up the rest of my family and let the Easter Egg Hunt begin.

My brother and I would happily run around our house, collecting all the eggs we could find; an amusing sight for my parents I'm sure. Every egg contained a piece of delicious chocolate, with tons of variety between them all. I still remember the taste of the chocolate, the thrill of the search, and the knowledge that the Easter Bunny had come.

Of course, eventually the hunt would end. We would change into our Sunday's best, head off to church and spend the rest of the day over a relatives house; sitting together and eating a meal that everybody would participate in the making of. Easter may be different now that I am older, but I will always have my memories (assuming no head traumas in my future), and I will always think back on my childhood Easters with fond memories and warm feelings.