Treasured happy memory...
When I was a kid, every Easter, my aunt, uncle and cousins would visit from Oakville. On the Saturday night, my Mom and Aunt would stay up after all of us kids went to bed, and they'd write out series of clues for us kids. Each kid would have a unique set of clues, and the clues would send us all over the place (back in the day, when we had acres of space to do such things). Then my Mom and Aunt would put them in place. They'd be in the freezer, in the basement, up in the hay mow, stuck to the old water pump, even stapled to a log fence a quarter mile down the road.
The clues were always rhyming couplets, and each clue would take you to the next, then the next, then the next. The final clue would take you to where they had hidden the Easter gift (For me, almost always a book). We wouldn't have an Easter egg hunt, but we'd be hunting for those clues. I had more fun figuring out those hints that they'd written than I would have ever had in a mad scramble for chocolate eggs.
A few years ago (My third year of university), I repeated this for my housemates. At Easter, I got each of them something small, and then set about doing the rhyming couplet clues, and figuring out where around the house I could hide the things. It was such fun to do.
I still remember those hunts, and a part of me wishes that I could still do them.
The clues were always rhyming couplets, and each clue would take you to the next, then the next, then the next. The final clue would take you to where they had hidden the Easter gift (For me, almost always a book). We wouldn't have an Easter egg hunt, but we'd be hunting for those clues. I had more fun figuring out those hints that they'd written than I would have ever had in a mad scramble for chocolate eggs.
A few years ago (My third year of university), I repeated this for my housemates. At Easter, I got each of them something small, and then set about doing the rhyming couplet clues, and figuring out where around the house I could hide the things. It was such fun to do.
I still remember those hunts, and a part of me wishes that I could still do them.