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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 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...!
My brother swears to this day that when he was 3 years old he saw the easter bunny leaving his room - he is 20 years old now.
I used to believe the Easter Bunny would steal moustaches. When I woke up Easter morning when I was about 4, my dad's moustache was shaved off. He told me the Easter Bunny stole it. I didn't trust that Bunny after that.
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.
I am the youngest of 9 children and when I was 4 years old, we went to my grandparents' house for Easter Sunday, like always, where we were supposed to get our Easter baskets. Of course, the older kids knew there was no Easter Bunny, but I had no idea. When we got there, my oldest siblings took my Easter basket and hid it. When everyone went to grab their Easter baskets and mine was missing, my brother pulled me aside and explained that the Easter Bunny was a hoax--the "bunny" was actually an Easter Turtle who delivered baskets based on the age of the recipient and, being a turtle, he was too slow to deliver mine. I cried until my parents made my siblings return my basket, but they insisted all year that the Easter Bunny was a turtle. About three weeks before Easter the next year, I started mailing letters to the Easter Turtle reminding him to please send my basket with all my brothers' and sisters'. The mail man must have thought I was crazy.
When I was six, my parents decided it was time to tell me the truth about The Easter Bunny.They said my father was the Easter Bunny, and I took it literally.
I went around for almost a week asking how he could get around the whole world in one night.
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!
When I was 10, my 15 year old sister told me that the Easter Bunny was really a murderer in a bunny suit. Then she told me that if the Easter eggs we decorated weren't up to snuff, he'd kill us all in our sleep. I stayed up all night the night before Easter and never participated in Easter egg decorating after that. It's been 6 years and I still don't.
I used to believe that the easter bunny would come and take my rabbit and turn it into chocolate to give to the other children!So i took my rabbit into my bedroom and guarded it all night before easter!And guess what the easter bunny didnt take it!Yeah i saved the day!
I always thought that the easter bunny had special chocolate flavoured poo, and thats how he made the easter eggs.
One Easter years ago, my parents left a small amount of cotton stuck in the doorway to our house. They then told my sister and I that the Easter Bunny must have gotten his tail caught in the door as he was leaving our house and lost some fur. My mind was blown: Not only did the Easter Bunny Exist, but I had concrete proof!
I happily believed in the Easter bunny until I came downstairs early one morning. My mum was putting the eggs by the door. My feeling was one of mixed delight and fear. My mother? The Easter bunny? Did she have eggs all year round?
For the next few years I looked for eggs around the house each Easter. I also feared my mother around that time. I don't know why the prospect of free chocolate frightened me.
When i was 5-6 i was scared to open eatser eggs because i thought that if jelly beans touched the ground the would hatch in to little baby bunnies.
My parents thought it would be cute to make my brother and me think that there was an Easter PIG instead of an Easter Bunny (no kidding). We always new that the Easter Pig would come to our house (kind of like Santa Clause) and leave gifts in the night instead of the bunny. I caught a lot of grief from fellow students and teachers over this, but I stood my ground. We thought we were very special in that we were the ONLY house that the Easter Pig visited. To this day (I'm 33 and my brother is 35) my parents still call us to say that the Easter Pig came by and left us presents at their house! Too funny. (I'm sure my kids, when I have them, will grow up with the Easter Pig also)
After visiting a place that had some pet rabbits when I was four, I would no longer eat the black jelly beans in my Easter basket thinking that the Easter Bunny left a little more than candy behind. :-)
When my sister and I were little and the Easter time came around, we thought that you could give any food up for lent. My sister decided to give up fruit and vegetables for lent. That didn't go down well with mum and dad...
I convinced my little brother that the Easter Bunny had to help Santa on Christmas Eve since there were so many houses to go to in only one night, and told him to leave out carrots too just in case. Which he always did.
when i was in 1st grade mt wonderful father told me that the Easter bunny peed on all the Easter candy. . . i didn't eat jelly beans for years especially the yellow ones
We lived in the country and my brother and I thought Easter bunny lived in a mine-shaft type arrangement under the local abattoir. I'm not sure why...