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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.
For some reason I used to think the Easter Bunny lived in Wales.
when i was little i decided to sneak down to catch the easterbunny in the house. Well I guess someone was watching the late show because i heard jay leno's name and voice and for the longest time i was mad at the easter bunny for comming into the house and watching our TV with out asking
I used to really, really believe in the Easter Bunny...until one Easter at church, they had an 'Easter Bunny' that you could get your picture taken with. I got my picture with the huge rabbit, then he gave me this big, purple candy-thing that you suck on (I was a small four-year-old at the time) and I was sucking on it and accidentaly swallowed it and it got stuck in my throat! My parents and other adults ran to help me...as well as the Easter Bunny, who promptly ripped of his costume head to help, too.
I don't think I've had a worse scare...!
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!
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.
I used to belive in the easter bunny, I used to believe that if I saw him I wouldn't get any gifts.
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!
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!
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.
When I was 4, at our play school somebody painted bunny footprints, in blue paint, up and over the wall outside the main door. The teachers told us the easter bunny had hopped to our school, but said nothing about him actually standing in the blue paint, so i thought he had blue feet and pogo-sticked everywhere (hence "hopped to our school")
When I was about 5, I asked my parents about where the easter bunny gets the chocolate from and they told me that he made the eggs.
I was baffled by this, and then concluded that he must lay them, and until I was 10 i though all chocolate was layed by special rabbits. White chocolate came from white rabbits and dark chocolate came from brown rabbits etc...!
i was born on easter monday, so my mom used to like to tell a story about how the easter bunny brought me a day late cause there was not enough room in his basket the day before- i used to believe that this was true and told my entire grade one class about it!
if I painted an egg on Easter Sunday, it would turn into chocolate during the night
My father told me that if I didn't eat all my easter eggs by midnight on Easter Monday, then the Easter Bunny came and took them back. I believed this until I caught him eating them!
I used to think the Easter Bunny was real. I saw him at day care and WAM! he took his head off. . .I cried like a baby becuase I was one.
There was a vent on the roof of our house that was kind of shaped like a house. This is where the Easter Bunny lived, AT MY HOUSE!!! I would look up at this little house and talk with the easter bunny.
Did anyone ever see Bill and Teds bogus journey? Well, I was afraid of the easter bunny ever since I saw that film cos Ted goes to his personal hell kinda thing and it steals his egg and it just looked pretty evil and scary!
When I was little I could never eat my chocolate Easter bunnies because I didn't want to hurt them, so my mum told me that after I ate them they would grow back together in my tummy, so now, to this day, I can happily eat a chocolate bunny!!
For a large proportion of my life I believed that the easter bunny was 8 feet tall, wore blue overalls, a yellow teeshirt and huge red sneakers that would squash me if i got out of bed. Many an easter I swore he was watching me through my window and would spend all of easter eve terrified.... until the chocolate was there in the morning. Isn't it funny how sugar can fix even the scariest moments!!