The golden egg

     All of us at some point in tike take a journey back in time to a place that for decades has been silent until awoken by something we probably weren’t even aware of. Maybe you were taking a walk through a park on a spring day enjoying the sights of the years re-birth. Everything was green again after a long winters nap. Birds sang happiness and the countless smells froze you in place as you were once again six years old and at the park for the annual Easter egg hunt. Your whole family was there cheering you on to find that special egg that would win you the biggest chocolate rabbit you had ever seen. You knew this was your year as you scoped out potential hiding places you would try and reach before the older kids shoved you out of their way leaving you laying on the ground for a split second before resuming your quest for the giant rabbit. You passed your sister who had several colored eggs in her basket but not the one that mattered and besides you had made a pact that if either of you found it then you’d have mom cut it in half. You were a racing car as you roared past other kids your goal the big elm tree with the low hanging branches, the perfect hiding place for the special egg. Your legs were like jelly as you reached the tree and frantically began looking all around it and eventually climbing the tree and just as you put your leg around the lowest branch you saw it, the golden egg! You grabbed it and held it high above your head screaming you had found it. Jumping down from the tree you ran as fast as your now liquid legs would carry you collapsing in front of the judges table proudly showing them the golden egg. The town mayor handed you the huge chocolate rabbit that was only a couple of inches shorter than you were and nothing in your entire life could ever compare to that Easter egg hunt when you were six years old. A beautiful breeze brought you back to the present and you continued your walk through the woods reaching into your pocket and pulling out a chocolate rabbit that brought a smile to your face and a tear to your eye.
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