As a kid, I always would do Easter egg hunts at my grandparents house.
Each year every kid would have fun, running around and laughing, but I always got help finding the eggs because I was like 4 years old, but one memory I have is I was running around and I saw the golden egg, which had a dollar in it, but I was running to grab it and my sister came out of nowhere and took it, and let’s just say I was not happy.
Another memory of Easter is when my little cousin Blake had her first bite of real food; it was mashed potatoes, but everyone was really happy about it.
In conclusion, my Easter is filled with happy and funny memories with my family.
