A childhood belief about easter bunny

I once saw the Easter Bunny. I remember it clearly even though I think it couldn't have actually happened. Every year when I was a child, we celebrated Easter by going to my grandmother's house the night before. My cousins and would sleep in the living room on the couch bed. Facing us were huge bay windows out of which we could see the darkness cloaking the walk up to the porch. Once, I awoke in the middle of the night. I saw one rabbit ear poke above the lower frame of the window. Then I saw another. Then his face. He was the size of a large person. I was frightened, perhaps because of the darkness, perhaps because I was the only one awake. I held very still, not wanting to show that I was awake, but unable to close my eyes until I saw him walk away from the window on two legs. I suppose he left to go hide his eggs. Later on, after being told that the Easter bunny didn't exist, my childhood reasoning led me to believe that a relative of mine had been in a costume hiding the eggs, dressed up the way people don Santa costumes at the mall for Christmas. Wanting to know who the person behind the costume was, I recently brought it up at a family gathering. When I mentioned my memory, no one said anything at first. Then someone spoke up, saying that there was never a year when the eggs were hidden at night. The eggs were always hidden in the morning while the littlest kids were sleeping and while the kids a little older were at morning mass. I don't know what I saw that night. Or if I saw anything. Perhaps my imagination was on overdrive due to my excitement for the next day.