Yesterday, I drove past the park and saw that they were set up for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. I was appalled! There were roped in areas and eggs just laying everywhere. Where is the fun in that? In 1972, you actually had to HUNT for eggs. They were in bushes, trees, behind benches, etc. They weren't just scattered around for everyone to step on.
My most vivid memory of that spring day in 1972 was when I "thought" I found a malted milk egg. I figured that they hid those as well as hard-boiled. I thought I would sneak and eat it. Well, imagine my surprise when I realized it was a Robin's egg. At that age, I didn't realize that robins have blue eggs. I saw a little egg and it was colored, so it had to be candy right? Wrong!
2 comments:
Um, ick. I can't even imagine biting into a robin's egg!
that's so true about the address listed in the paper! can't do things like that now a days.
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