(My baby sister colored most of these. She really liked the greens this year. My contributions to this dozen include the red and making purple dye. Also, by baby, I mean two months shy of being 17. Wow. We’re getting old.)
Coloring Easter eggs is a normal, healthy childhood thing to do. Lots of happy, bright memories.
So someone explain to me why when I was 3?, my entire family (aunt*, parents, grandparents) thought to have my aunt put on bunny ears (and teeth) and hop around outside my grandparents kitchen window while I was coloring eggs. Keep in mind, my grandparents house was surrounded by dark scary woods**. No light. I kind of freaked out. I sadly don’t remember much of this, but I’ve heard the story often enough. Mainly followed by everyone laughing at the memory. Except me.
*This aunt is also my godmother. She also, a couple of years later (not at Easter though), was playing with me at my house. We were playing “choo-choo train”. She pulled hard enough on my arm to pull my elbow out of the socket. It’s a wonder I like her. In fact, I would say a good majority of it revolves around the fact I was her flower girl. Give me a pretty dress, and I’m happy.
**At this same house, they had a sunroom. On Easter, E.T. was on one of the television channels. E.T. freaked me the heck out, but for some reason, I always watched the movie. I was probably forced too because it made my grandma/mom/aunt cry NOT out of fright and they enjoyed the movie. So I often tried to hide from E.T. and not look at the television screen. But the reflection of the TV on the sunroom doors/windows made it look like E.T. was in the woods. Easter=some of the most traumatizing moments of my childhood.