Like me, when you think of Easter (putting aside any religious references), you probably think of sunny mornings in springtime, pastel everything, nice clothes, and colorful baskets. Itâs a clean feeling. And the other night, I learned why Easter is a morning tradition or daytime tradition and not something celebrated at night…because itâs creepy.
A couple weeks ago, my wifeâs cousin (who has a son around the same age as mine) invited us to go on a flashlight Easter egg hunt sponsored by their park district. My first thought was that it sounded pretty neat. Normally Easter egg hunts involve about ten thousand screaming kids making a mad dash across an open field, scooping up hastily hidden eggs like they were harvesting precious commodity. Although slightly odd, a nighttime Easter egg hunt sounded just enough different to be interesting and fun. It also sounded less congested and hectic. We were in.