I still remember those Easter mornings, years ago, when I couldn't wait to run downstairs and see what the Easter bunny had brought me.
Some of the eggs he hid were real eggs, some were plastic ones filled with candy, but the best ones were always filled with nickels and dimes!
Sometimes that sneaky bunny would hide them in really hard places, but I was always too smart for him.
After we found all the eggs at our house, we would go to Grandma and Grandpa's house to see what the Easter bunny left us there.
One year he brought my cousin Chad and me these giant bunnies.
And another year he brought me a real bunny. His name was Vanilla.
Oh what I wouldn't give to enjoy those years of being a kid all over again.