When I was a little girl I celebrated Easter like everyone else. I went on Easter egg hunts, dyed eggs, and searched for my basket full of candy and toys on Easter morning. Over the years, I had many “encounters” with the Easter Bunny. I distinctly remember one time when I was about 5 or 6 my sister and I were sitting on the couch in our living room. We happened to glance to our right and outside of our glass door we saw a figure of something peek around the door.We insisted for days that the figure we saw had to have been the Easter Bunny. To this day, I can’t tell you what we actually saw, but as a child, it was wonderful to believe that what we saw could have been the Easter Bunny. There is nothing more magical than the imagination of a child.
My next “encounter” happened when I was a bit older and sadly this is the same time I stopped believing in the Easter Bunny. I was in the 2nd grade and I had a habit of running through our hallway and into my parents bedroom where I would leap and roll over their bed to the other side. One day I did exactly that, only to my surprise I rolled on top of a huge ball on the other side of my parents bed. This ball was massive! It was yellow and had orange splatters all over it. As soon as I saw it I knew the Easter Bunny wasn’t real and that it was in fact my parents. My poor parents and sister tried to convince me that the ball was simply too big for the Easter Bunny to carry and that he had simply brought it early and left it with my parents. They even went so far as to try and tell me the orange splatters on the ball was really paint from the workshop the Easter Bunny came from. Needless to say I didn’t fall for it lol
My last encounter I don’t remember exactly when it happened but it is one that has been etched in my mind. Every year I would write a letter to the Easter Bunny and leave it out the night before for him. One year though, I decided to ask the Easter Bunny a question. I wrote “Dear Easter Bunny, do you have a wife?” Imagine my surprise when I found a note written back to me, only this note wasn’t what I expected. Only 4 words were scribbled under my question…None of your business.
Man, the Easter Bunny is MEAN! I remember being very upset and confused as to why the Easter Bunny would write this back to me. To this day, my parents promise they did not write that note and I believe them because lets be real here, no child’s parent would do such a thing. My sister was the next suspect and yet she insists she did not do it either. To this day, I still have no idea who wrote that note back to me and if it really was my sister/parents or if maybe there really is an Easter Bunny who just happens to believe his relationship status should be a private matter…
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!