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Hearing about the local Easter egg hunts brings back a vivid memory of when I was eight years old. Our annual hunt attracted masses of kids to a park several blocks from our house. We eagerly looked for the hard-boiled eggs that were dyed in a variety of colors. We could keep the eggs or exchange them for candy. Many baby chicks were given away if you found the right colored eggs, but the biggest prize of all was to find a silver egg. Those lucky kids were given a choice between a silver dollar and a pet rabbit. The odds were steep, since only five or six coveted silver eggs were hidden.
As the back-screen door slammed shut, Mother sternly exclaimed, “Do not, under any circumstances, bring home another baby chick. Do you understand me?” I half-heartedly agreed.
I had been at the hunt for quite a while when I stuck my hand in a leaf covered crevice in a tree trunk. Jackpot! I retrieved a silver egg! Nearly hyperventilating with excitement, I raced to the check-in station and proudly displayed my treasure. I didn’t give a rip about the silver dollar; I was laser focused on the big floppy ears of the small white rabbit. I gently cradled him in my jacket and christened him with the name Thumper before I got home.
Panting heavily, I rushed in the back door, eagerly showing Mother my four-legged trophy. She rolled her eyes with annoyance but admitted I followed her orders not to bring home a baby chick. Within a couple of days, I helped Dad build a cage, spent birthday and chore money on rabbit pellets, and got free wilted lettuce and carrots from Mr. Madsen, the neighborhood grocer. Life was good! As I reflect on the best ever Easter egg hunt, it still brings a smile to my face.

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