White or Brown — Who is hopping into town?

White or Brown — Who is hopping into town?

Okay. Stupid rhyme.

But it is a very serious question. One that made me realize from a very early age, I was not like the other children.

Every Easter morning, little Jamie would open her eyes. <<Blink.>> Then stare at the swirling blue plaster ceiling in her bedroom.

Sunday. That meant Sunday School and sitting alone because I was the only kid from my school who went to our church.

Pukey.

But then I would remember, it’s Easter.

The Bunny came overnight and there was a basket lined with green plastic grass and chocolate candy waiting for me in the Florida room.

Stupendous development.

And it never failed. After I had secured the eggs bursting with M & Ms, I’d go outside and peer down into the dirt.

Our backyard was full of old oaks and little sun trickled through. But that didn’t deter my dad from trying his mediocre landscaper heart out to grow St. Augustine in betwixt the spotted sunshine and shade.

This resulted in a sprig of grass here, a sprig of grass there — and lots of gray Florida sand.

Perfect for spying large bunny prints.

Except I never found any. Each year I looked and looked hunting as if for a teensy shark tooth on the sands of the Atlantic. There had to be proof of that ginormous brown rabbit hopping through our yard.

Which is exactly what I drew one day in Sunday School. Jesus, surrounded by a yellow sunburst and a brown bunny on his transformed person. Kind of like a long ago Judean laprodent.

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That’s when it became clear to me using my heightened powers of observation that no other child drew a brown bunny. They all were white and fluffy and wearing bow ties.

A 6 foot white rabbit walking around on two-legs?

Good grief. Who the heck would believe that?

I mentioned just this on the ride home. Imagine my shock to discover all the other inhabitant of the car — the people who up to that point I had trusted more than anyone else in the world — thought the Easter bunny white.

Talk about rocking my 7-year-old world.

What about you? Brown, white, pink or blue?

Linking up with Mama Kat for her prompt 1.) An Easter Memory.