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Easter has come and gone for another year along with all it's icons and legends. The Easter Bunny symbolizes fertility and abundance of new life. The Easter Egg symbolizes the beginning of life. The mixing of these two icons and legends can sure be confusing for a four year old. Bunnies don't even lay eggs and even at 50 plus years I have never seen a colored egg shoot out of a chicken's ass! I never cared much for Easter eggs. They were always hard boiled eggs when I was a kid, I don't even like hard boiled egg today. There was no way I was going to eat one when I was a four years old. I liked bunnies much more than Easter eggs. Anything that hopped, crawled or slithered, I could always find a box for. Spring time must have been especially challenging for my mom. With four kids we were always bringing something home and putting it in a box or jar. I wonder what happened to all those jar lids with holes? Makeshift cages out of cardboard boxes were my specialty. Those cages held a few rabbits over the years but I still can't remember where the bunnies came from. Dad did have a garden for a few years and rabbit's are always supposed to be in gardens. Maybe that's where they came from.
When you are between 4 and 11 you will swear on a stack of bibles that you will take care of everything you bring home. You promise to water, feed and clean its cage everyday. Oh! the first two weeks you always stick to your promise but by the third week the threats of getting rid of them began. Even though I put fourth my best effort in the first two weeks I would eventually lose the argument of did you feed and water because everything I captured either escaped, died or I was required to set free. All the numerous suggestions, prodding and warnings to keep all my captures cared for helped me when I began showing animals in my 4H years. I learned to tend animals with care and nourishment. A lesson I consider a gift that came along with the first bunny I ever put in a cardboard cage.