Easter has never really been a massive celebration in my family. The most we have done in recent years is have a Sunday dinner – something we have almost every Sunday anyway. And this year, since I am at University, I spent Easter alone for the first time in my life. So, I thought it would be fun to look back at Easters past, and laugh at my younger self – I was a peculiar child and these stories perfectly show that.
When I was little, Easter was the highlight of the Spring season (besides my birthday which happens at the end of April). Easter, for me and for many children, is the day when our parents would hide chocolate eggs of all shapes and sizes around the house and you’d have to spend the morning searching for them.
During one Easter, when I was a wee little chubby cheeked 5-year-old (2004ish), the greatest achievement of my life thus far was locating the Barbie Easter Egg under the rocking chair in the living room. Looking back, it wasn’t that hard to miss, but my younger self felt so utterly accomplished. Everything felt brighter in that moment. I felt as if I was having a sugar rush before having eaten any chocolate. I remember crouching down on to the floor, reeeeaaaching under the chair, and pulling this bad boy out:
I was like a detective, hunting for the hint of pink out the corner of my eye, struggling to grasp it, then holding it tight, like it was a life or death matter. This egg was mine and mine alone. I felt amazing, because I knew this was my main egg, that all the other eggs would be inferior to this one; which ended up being very true as my mum later revealed some milky bar eggs hidden in the fruit bowl and I remember hating them with a passion. So much so, that the next Easter when she got them again, I avoided them like the plague. To younger me, white chocolate was an insult to all other chocolate. I mean, I don’t mind it now. Dark chocolate is better. But younger me held a grunge.
Before I was a reader and writer, I fancied myself an artist. On one Easter Sunday, possibly the same year as the great Barbie accomplishment, my family were at my grandparents house for Sunday dinner. While waiting for the meal, my grandmother suggested that my brother and I should make Easter cards for people. Now, I was a young child prone to mishearing things, and when I was told to draw Jesus on the cross (yes, I was asked to draw a religious figure hanging from the cross where he suffered and eventually died) man did I mishear that request. Not much later did my grandmother ask, “Devon, what are you drawing?”, to which I eagerly replied, “Cheeses on the cross”.
Little me had drawn a cross with triangle cheeses – you know, the laughing cow kind – sitting along the horizontal panel. Not once, during the entire production of this masterpiece, had I questioned why cheeses would be on a wooden cross. I recently asked my grandmother what became of this card and apparently her best friend still has it, 14 years on. This is one of those embarrassing childhood memories that someone will likely recite at my future wedding. So, I’m getting it out into the world now, then it can’t pop up and surprise me in the future.
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I hope you enjoyed this post. I thought it would be nice to have a little laugh after the serious nature of Friday’s post. If you’d like to see more content like this, make sure to leave a like – I have a large stock of embarrassing childhood memories suitable for every holiday.
Also, I realised that WordPress has been marking a lot of comments as spam and deleting them without notifiying me. So, if you left a comment and I never got back to you, I’m sorry! I try to reply to all comments, however I didn’t notice just how many had been deleted as spam. I’ll be working on sorting this out for the future.
For those who celebrate Easter, I hope you had a lovely suger filled day. And, For those who don’t, I hope you had a lovely day anyway.
Have you got any embarrassing Easter stories? Feel free to share them down below!