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I used to believe that the Easter Bunny was a bunch of men from the Elks club that went all around the twons dressed in bunny suits and driving old Trucks.
One Easter when I was five my parents stenciled out giant bunny footprints from the sidewalk leading up to my house and to my door where on the dorrmat two big white blotches made it look like he had wiped his feet there, and for the longest time I thought my brother and sister and I were the coolest kids on the block because we were the only house with footprints so the easter bunny only came to visit us!
The very first easter egg hunt that I ever went to was with my little friend in his back yard. My parents had given me a basket and told me to "go find the eggs for the easter bunny". So, I went and found all the eggs that I could.
My parents were talking after all the eggs were found, they heard something (apparently) and went to check it out.
They discovered me, yelling "Here Easter Bunny!" And throwing the eggs into the garden. Apparently I had believed that the eggs were FOR the easter bunny to eat, and he couldn't find them by himself.
(my parents recently related this story to me, I thought it was quite funny)
I used to beleive that I f I didnt spend at least an hour a day, I would be on the easte bunnys bad side. cause you know rabbits live outside...yeah.
I used to believe that bunny rabbits hatched from eggs, since the Easter Bunny gave you eggs.
After watching Pinnochio I thought that all I had to do was wish on a star and I'd get what I wanted. In a month nowhere close to Easter before I went to bed I wished that the Easter Bunny would come. When I awoke the next morning I moved all the furniture around in the house before Mom and Dad got up looking for my Easter Basket. When I didn't find it I asked why Jimminy Cricket lied to me.
i used to believe that every easter morning the easter bunny would come to your house and give you a special treat or show you something really neat. then one easter morning i woke up and my brother and sister told me that the easter bunny came with little baby bunnies and i bawled .
believe that the easter bunny was many men from the Elks Club who dressed up in bunny suits and delievered the baskets.
I used to believe that the Easter Bunny had blue eyes, because my dad told me that he saw the Easter Bunny before and that he had blue eyes.
My dad used to nibble the carrots that I left out for the Easter Bunny. It always thrilled me to imagine this huge white bunny hunched over the kitchen table, eating my carrots (I even started peeling them for him)
When I was little we lived on a farm. One warm spring day our beagle brought home a rabbit. I ran into the house sobbing, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, Peanut(the dog) killed the Easter Bunny!!!!
When i was young, being Australian, i didn't believe in the easter bunny. I thought that the easter bunny was really an easter kangaroo dressed up!
When I was about 5 my dad said he was going to shoot the easter bunny when he came around and at the middle of the night I heard a gun shoot and atually thought he killed the easter bunny
one Easter mom said to leave flour on the door step so we could see his feet print and in the morning ther was a note and a couple of feet print.
i used to believe the easter bunny had a mgic chicken that layd chocolate and colored eggs! seriousley
i used to believe the easter bunny was santa clase's pet and on easter he would stop at each house and throw him down the chimney.
i used to believe the easter bunny was my bunny that a fairy turned real.
My step Dad's last name is Easterday and when I was 6 he told me that he was the Easter bunny, and I believed him.
When I was five, I thought I saw the easter bunny's hand reaching into my bedroom doorway. He had a skeleton hand.
When I was younger, my parents had me believing in the Easter Bunny. Every Easter my parents would go around the house with flip-flops and flour and leave "bunny footprints" everywhere, including the walls. I really loved believing in the magic!
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