A Quick and Cute Story About the Easter Bunny
Assuming you were brought up in an environment where there was space to be a child for some amount of time, most kids are encouraged to believe in magical things like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus.
It may or may not come as a surprise to most of you, considering I spent so much time in a protected corner of the world known as Deseret, under the shelter of a family of school-teachers, but I believed in the Easter Bunny until I was 13.
Comments about inability to grow up aside, this was likely extended past the normal age of sophistication by my having protographic proof of his existence.
One easter many years ago, there was still snow on the ground. That morning I woke up to discover there was no gifts from the Easter Bunny. Being 7, I was understandably distraught. My grandmother reassured me by telling me the Easter Bunny was probably running a bit late.
Suddenly I heard a crack from the back of the house. I ran back with my brother and saw two easter baskets sitting on the table, along with a crack that had opened in the fence, and positively massive (3' long) bunny foot-prints in the snow. By my reckoning, that rabbit must have been at least 6 feet tall!
I took pictures of the evidence, and saved them for many years afterwards. Even in light of maturity and reason, I was never able to come up with a full rational explanation for the all too convincing evidence of the massive rabbit...
It may or may not come as a surprise to most of you, considering I spent so much time in a protected corner of the world known as Deseret, under the shelter of a family of school-teachers, but I believed in the Easter Bunny until I was 13.
Comments about inability to grow up aside, this was likely extended past the normal age of sophistication by my having protographic proof of his existence.
One easter many years ago, there was still snow on the ground. That morning I woke up to discover there was no gifts from the Easter Bunny. Being 7, I was understandably distraught. My grandmother reassured me by telling me the Easter Bunny was probably running a bit late.
Suddenly I heard a crack from the back of the house. I ran back with my brother and saw two easter baskets sitting on the table, along with a crack that had opened in the fence, and positively massive (3' long) bunny foot-prints in the snow. By my reckoning, that rabbit must have been at least 6 feet tall!
I took pictures of the evidence, and saved them for many years afterwards. Even in light of maturity and reason, I was never able to come up with a full rational explanation for the all too convincing evidence of the massive rabbit...