I don’t remember ever really believing in the Easter Bunny.
The same goes for Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and all those other characters kids are supposed to fall for.
I’ve always been a weird kid, so I never pictured this:
In my mind, it’s always been more along these lines:
Like, just who is this “Easter Bunny”? Why does he know where I live? Is he trying to lead me somewhere with this “egg hunt”? He’s gonna kidnap me, isn’t he? He’s gonna kidnap me and then eat me alive or something.
I don’t think my non-traditional parents ever said, “THEY DON’T EXIST” outright. I think it was more of a facial expression that accompanied the words. Like, “Yeah, that gift is from Santa.” Like implied air quotations: “Sure, the Easter Bunny brought you chocolate. Definitely.”
Basically, I learned pretty quickly that my parents are terrible liars.
Or maybe they were just protecting me from the truth.
Happy Easter, everyone.