Sometimes it’s the smallest decision that can change your life forever.
~ Keri Russells ~
I must have been about four years old when I heard the hard knocking on our living room window. I heard my mom say from upstairs “Stine, come up and see!” I did not know what was going on, but my heart was pounding as I ran up the stairs to the living room. Right before I reached the top of the stairs, I heard another hard knock on the window. This made me stop and actually think about what I was getting myself into. With an eager face, my beautiful mom said that the easter bunny knocked on the window to give me my easter egg (a large decorated, plastic egg filled with candy). He was in a hurry so he had to leave, but he apparently left it on our balcony. After watching cartoons in my childhood, I knew how the easter bunny looked like. He was a 6.5 feet, blueish monster with big front teeth. There was no chance I was stepping out on that balcony. What did I know? He might just jump up and attack me… Even though my mom tried to convince me he had left and it was safe for me to go and the egg, I refused to step a toe outside of our living room.
Something similar happened one Christmas. Santa came knocking, or more ringing our doorbell. My aunt, uncle, mom and grandparents were telling me I needed to go down and greet him. I remembered I was so scared. I did not care how many presents he was bringing me, I was not taking any chances going down to meet him. What if he was gonna eat me or attack me! You never know with these creatures… So after about 30 minutes of trying to convince me to go downstairs, Santa had to leave without telling me Merry Christmas.
Fortunately I grew out of my fear of both Santa and the easter bunny. So when the easter bunny came with this years egg, I did a dance instead of hiding. And I now have proof, the easter bunny is from Norway. But strangely he ran out of the beautiful decorated eggs this year, and sent the candy in a “ducky envelope”.
Have a wonderful easter everyone!