I used to think the easer bunny was a blue and white cloud guy that hid eggs.

James the Great

My sister used to believe that if you weren't good all year, the Easter bunny would come and poo in the garden. She cried about this for a while.

luke

When I was little, my mom told me that she saw the easter bunny's tail once, and after that I kept asking her questions about him as if she'd met a famous celebrity.

Renae

My Dad when he was a child was convinced that the easter bunny lived in a tree outside his house, because the tree looked like it had a door on it. I guess he must have been mighty hungry for chocolate because he chopped away at the tree!

Stefanie

for easter my father would mow the lawn and gather the grass so we could make these giant easter nests on the front lawn. he told us unless we did this, the easter bunny wouldn't bring our easter baskets. easter morning, we would go out to the front lawn and our baskets would be in our nests, just as he said.

kelly b.

I used to believe that the Easter bunnies lived in the bush behind my house. My sister said if I ever forgot to feed them they would die and easter would never come.

Bunni

For some reason I used to think the Easter Bunny lived in Wales.

Spacey

When i used to go to the mall there used to be a big fuzzy bunny you take your picture with. Well on Easter i used to think that that same big funzz bunny hopped around the world in one hop goiving baskets to everyone.. that huge fuzzy thin hopping around!

Alexandria

When I was much younger, we had a poolhouse or what not by our city playground, and the Easter Bunny would make appearances there when Easter rolled around. After waiting for the bundle of joy, I skipped off to the bathroom to find the diassembled bunny costume folded by the bathroom. Convinced someone had skinned him, I then found out that it was a costume, I was tricked, so on and so forth. From then on, I never went to the poolhouse again, nor believed in the Easter Bunny.

Abby

I used to belive in the easter bunny, I used to believe that if I saw him I wouldn't get any gifts.

Teresa

well... i used to believe in the easter bunny when i was little. but then i thought how could the easter bunny be so big . i realized it and my mom told me!

sean l.

when i was younger, my parents would make it look like the easter bunny had actually been there, they had put a foot print on the floor of a rabbit foot in mud and had a dish out where a carrot had been with dirty paw marks in it. i was certain that i had proof that it was real!

Anon

When I was little, I used to believe in the Easter bunny. I'm now 12 and I'm far from believing in him anymore. There were actually a few different times when I was younger that I almost stopped believing. Then there were a few times I was given clues as to if he was real or just myth.

For one time, when it was Easter morning, I was about 6 years old. I had always anticipated getting up early in the morning looking for the Easter basket that the "Easter bunny" had hidden the night before, so I got up at 6:00 and began the search. Searching for what seemed to me to be endless minutes, I finally found the Easter basket that I had anticipated so much, hung on a fan in the dining room. At six years old, it just doesn't really occur to you that often that if you want to look for your Easter basket, you have to look "up" sometimes. Then after stuffing myself with candy and Marshmallow Peeps, I went over to the small plate on the coffee table, carrots and lettuce stacked high on the dish. I thought to myself. "Why in the world didn't he eat the food I put out for him?
There's another clue there.

Another time I was going outside to look for my basket at the age of 7. Little did I know that there, on the ground out in front of me, was the most important clue of my inquiry as to whether the bunny was real or not. Fluffy, white cotton balls scattered around. "Is he shedding this time of the year?"

Yet another time, at the age of 10, the belief in the Easter bunny had met its end and started to fade away, to be long remembered in my mind. I stopped believing that year because I had not gotten all I wanted in my basket. But still, to this day, I enjoy painting Easter eggs with bright colors, and hosting Easter egg hunts for the younger kids, and let's just say that I made an agreement with my mom that the "Easter bunny" will still continue to visit our house and bring back the memories with those endless searches for the baskets, the long nights sleeping on Easter Eve, and the joy of discovering your Easter basket on early Easter morn.

Goatgirl