A little late to the party, but inspired by Buzzfeed’s collection of terrifying Easter Bunny experiences post, I bring you the visit I was subjected to. Fortunately, I have no memory of this occasion, but this much I know: in the spring of 1988, my parents and I went to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins, who were living in New Jersey at the time. The trip involved many firsts for me, with particularly big ones being First Time Abroad and First Time Travelling Via Air. I was apparently very good at being jetlagged (sorry, Mum and Dad! Serves you right for taking your one-year old five timezones away!).
Anyway. The visit took place around my birthday, and the internet reliably informs me that Easter Sunday in 1988 was on 3 April… so this photo would have been taken sometime in the week or two prior to that.
Presenting: myself (aged one, on the right), my cousin Jon (on the left, also aged one) and the (very, ahem, “relaxed” looking) Easter Bunny.
My cousin certainly looks upset. I thought I was perhaps smiling, but on further inspection, I think I look equally concerned. What I realised upon considering the whole thing further is that this photo was taken when we were the age that Jon’s niece (my cousin’s daughter) is now! Whilst Santa miraculously graces every shopping centre in the UK, the US custom of the Easter Bunny making himself available for photo opportunities doesn’t seem to have made it over here… yet.
Have a good weekend, everyone! I’m off to console myself with a slab of seasonal chocolate.