Dyed eggs, chocolate bunnies, cookouts, Jesus, and pretty pastel dresses are what I think about when someone says Easter. This holiday is more for the kiddos than for adults, but somehow I always seem to enjoy it.

Easter morning my mom would fill our baskets and hide them around the house: behind chairs, in cabinets, or in the dryer. She'd wake us up and tell us to go see if the Easter Bunny hid our baskets. We'd run through the house searching every hiding spot we could think of until we found our basket.
One year I found everyone's but mine. I looked and looked, but I just could not fine my basket. I was a bit older at this point, so I wondered if my mom/Easter Bunny had deemed me too old for an Easter basket. She was snickering to herself as I roamed the house re-checking all the spots. Finally she told me I had past it a few times, then would say if I was getting warmer or colder. I did find my basket... under the pile of dirty clothes in the hall by the laundry closet.
One year I found everyone's but mine. I looked and looked, but I just could not fine my basket. I was a bit older at this point, so I wondered if my mom/Easter Bunny had deemed me too old for an Easter basket. She was snickering to herself as I roamed the house re-checking all the spots. Finally she told me I had past it a few times, then would say if I was getting warmer or colder. I did find my basket... under the pile of dirty clothes in the hall by the laundry closet.