April 04, 2012 EditionAlso in this issue...News | Sports Scene | Education | Viewpoints | Records |
Easter Bunny talesMy first memory of the Easter Bunny was probably when I was four years old, and Mom and my two aunts spent about an hour right after Sunday dinner (which now-a-days is called lunch) hiding eggs for their numerous young offspring to find.
Dad called it the "search and destroy mission," as we didn't have plastic colored eggs back then - they were all the real thing - and never a one made it to the end of the hunt without untold numbers of cracks.
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