Easter Eggs

My mom had an Easter Egg hunt prepared when Jojo and I came home from our dads. Just like every other year, we had a specified number of eggs to track down. We were each assigned certain colors. There was no mad dash, no real competition in this.

I have an old memory of me at an Easter Egg hung that was quite intense. I was little, four or five I'd say, and at some event with my grandma, my parents, probably my brother, and probably a few cousins. I don't remember much. What I do remember is being a complete terror, knocking kids that were smaller and bigger than me in order to snatch the prize from under their noses.

My elders laughed, I think, and then made me share my treasures. I didn't understand, then. I'd won fair and square. I don't remember any other details.

I do this Easter Egg hunt and feel childish. I no doubt do it for my mom, slap on the smile, and try not to get too frustrated when I can't find my plastic eggs. Maybe I also do it for the $30-some dollars I'll reap at the end of this mission. Still, maybe I do it because if I didn't, I'd just be wallowing in my room, sleeping.

I found all of my eggs, though. Jojo didn't. That's what matters.