Whenever I think of Easter, I think of the egg hunts most families host for the children in their family to have a bit of fun and be able to eat candy to make them happy.

I know Easter is much more than egg hunts and good candy but I think it’s nice to think back to when we were kids running around in grass looking for plastic eggs filled with goods. Most of them are happy memories but there were some incidents where fights would break out over the golden egg that everyone wanted but it was the hardest to find out of all the eggs.

One year my family had an egg hunt and at this time, I was a lot younger than the rest of my cousins. I knew there was no way for me to get the golden egg this year but I was still going to try. Time of the egg hunt comes around and all my cousins are ready and desperate for money and candy. The egg hunt started and I looked in the strangest places hoping I’d see a big golden egg stuffed with money and my favorite candies. I realized I was so busy looking for it that I barely got any of the regular eggs which meant no candy. Now I really had to find that golden egg.

I ran everywhere in the park trying my hardest to find it, squinting my eyes at every plant and bush. All the adults realized no one was able to find it so they sat and laughed but even at seven years old, I knew making fun of us for not being able to find it motivated me more. I started looking up at every single tree until I spotted something shining in between the leaves. I climbed the tree and found the golden egg I had been looking for. I opened it while up in the tree and had the biggest smile on my face when I saw a bunch of twizzlers and skittlez in the egg.

While climbing down screaming and letting everyone know I found the egg, I slipped and got stabbed by a branch on my arm and I cried. I cried and ate my candy. Still to this day, I regret nothing.