Today I caught myself reminiscing my earliest memories of Easter. They mostly consisted of white wicker furniture, deviled eggs and white chocolate shaped bunnies. I couldn't help but smile. I also remembered one of the last Easters where my sister still believed in the Easter Bunny. My mother attempted to save my sisters childhood by using baby powder to make bunny prints in the carpet. I remember thinking how much of an idiot Joc was for falling for it. We got Pogs in our basket that year.
I feel like something is missing lately and I haven't put my finger on it just yet. Life is one big scavenger hunt sometimes.
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