When I was little, we spent all holidays at Granny's big house in Scotland Neck, NC. My cousin, Trey, would always be there, too. Easter was one of the best!
Brother Dave, Trey, and me
On Easter morning, we would get up early and wake up all the grown-ups. They would torture us by moving slowly and making us stay upstairs until everybody was ready to run down the stairs to see what the Easter bunny had brought us.
No dead rabbits here!
The Saturday before Easter was spent at Sister's house with all of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd cousins for an Easter Egg Hunt. When I was about 2, I didn't find a huge pile of eggs, but I did find a dead rabbit. I wigged out all the women when I drug the poor dead thing from the field.
My basket is looking awfully empty! Somewhere, there is a video of Cousin Trey watching one of the grown-ups pointing out an egg to one of the little kids. She swooped in and snatched it out from under his slow-poking nose! When it came to egg hunts, we were ready to wrestle...especially if chocolate was involved!
