There are some things you can’t get back. The thrill of hunting for those plastic Easter eggs filled with jelly beans, occasionally quarters, sometimes peanut butter cups. The absolute joy of finding an egg filled with treats… before you sister… and you don’t even have to share. I remember once finding an old, well-hidden, forgotten plastic Easter egg in my grandfather’s workshop well after Easter… we’re talking mid July… and I thought I had won the lottery.
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