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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!!
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
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!
I used to believe that when I sat on the Easter Bunny's lap, that I would somehow lay an egg. I was only 4 years old at the time, though.
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 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 used to belive the easter bunny pooped out the eggs.
also, every year when i was little, my sister and i would wake up at dawn and force our perants to wake-up and see what the 'easter bunny' left. well then my mom would always say, look outside and say good-bye to the easter bunny! so we would. but dogs would always poop on our sidewalk and my perants would joke around saying 'look! another present from the easter bunny!' so my sister and i belived he really did poop on our sidewalk..
When I was a kid I used to believe that the Easter Bunny lived on the south pole, since Easter was spring and the south pole must be warmer than teh north (wrong in actuality..and it's fall in the southern hemisphere anyway in Easter!)
I also used to beleive that there was a special hotline that The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus shared to kell each other about what kids were good and which were bad.
When I was younger I hated the Easter Bunny. I always thought it was sooo weird to have a huge rabbit hopping down the street to bring me eggs. One year, I told my mom that there couldn't be any easter bunny because there weren't any bunny foot prints anywhere near our house, so she looked at me and said, "Well.. he wears boots." I spent the entire day looking for boot prints.. at least she tried.
When my parents decided I was old enough to give up my pacifier (my binky!) they told me I had to leave it in my Easter basket the night before Easter, so the Easter Bunny could take it and give it to children who needed a binky. I believed them, and the Easter bunny left me extra candy that year since I was such a generous child.
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!!
Until I was told the "truth", I used to believe that the easter bunny was 6ft tall because he could leave candy above the doorway...Never quite sunk in that my dad was 6ft too...
I used to believe that th easter bunny would get angry when you ate chocolate bunnies (I ate them anyways!)
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!
My mother and father had me believing in the Easter Bunny untill I was around 10. I began to suspect one year that the easter bunny was not really-for-true, so I wrote a mean letter to the easter bunny's wife. A part of me was petrified while I did this, but I handed it in to my mother anyway. What it said was, that YES, I would like lots of chocolate but I really dont believe in you anyway, besides you always hide my basket in the bathtub but if you really are for real, dont get mad, and please tell your husband to bring candy anyway. When my Mother read this she held back from laughter, sat me down at the table and told me that I was right. Well, even though I had my suspicions, I was let down with the truth. Then my mother said that there will still be egg hunts and candy, not to worry. She also said 'Dont go writing a letter to Mrs. Claus like that because they are real and she will be pissed'
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!
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.
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.
When I was a little girl I used to believe to the easter bunny I even thought I saw him once hidding eggs in the garden
i used to believe that the easter bunny was evil in every way and that he had fangs and would come and kill you if you were awake on the evening of holy saturday... and i thought the only way you could kill him was by chopping off his foot. then a new one would be born, BUT if you carried the foot around with you then no easter bunny could ever kill you again... hence the "lucky rabbits foot"... i was a stupid kid who put things together in the weirdest ways...
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