I used to have fun trying to beat the shit out of my brother to get to the eggs first, because I would always see them first, but he was quicker. He'd follow my line of sight and rush to that spot before I could move. I would scream at him and scratch and hit and pull hair.
I would get especially pissed off if it was one of the eggs that I had happened to dye. I was a terror as a child.
However, I still have fond memories of this holiday. I like to pretend that the tumour they tell me is my brother does not exist.
This year is different. Things have been so strange that I wouldn't even know that it was Easter if it weren't for the fact that I am expected to be home tomorrow and ultimately sleep here tonight.
I was stuck in traffic and things were miserable until I started screaming. People with their windows down cast strange glances my way. Some even stuck their arms out their windows and made the same motions with their arms that I was making with mine.
The only ones who stuck their arms out and rocked with me were Asians. It certainly passed the time.