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The Day They Killed My Easter Bunny

I remember the day my imagination was lost and my brothers laughed because they thought it so funny; tears and innocence being the ultimate cost when they killed, for me, the Easter Bunny. “You’re too old to believe in all of this stuff; its time you started acting your age”; My siblings had decided that I had enough as they turned over my childhood page. With chocolate stains on the front of my shirt and Easter eggs yet to be found, I did my best to cover up all of the hurt, hating the truth they were slinging around. It wasn’t just the end of a childish phase; It was more than destroying a mere fantasy; Somewhere in the mist of this confusing haze, was the realization - they had been lying to me. It wasn’t just the Easter Bunny they had slain; It wasn’t just Santa Claus they turned into dust; Destroyed holiday myths wasn’t the cause of my pain, it was a loss of faith in those that I trust. So, be careful when we tell me a tale, I am skeptical about accepting your truth; It is a lesson that I learned only too well, long ago in my forgotten youth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 4/21/2014 6:34:00 PM
This is so GOOD. Everyone takes it a different way. I think I just kind of realized it had to have been a farce all along, so I was not really traumatized by any of it. Love reading this point of view. Awesome.
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Date: 4/20/2014 1:45:00 PM
so sad when the innocence of childhood is shattered - awesome poem loved the sentiment of it. hugs Jan
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Date: 4/20/2014 12:43:00 PM
This a tremendous write Joe...I remember the day when my two oldest told my number three...He tried to hide the fact that he was devastated trying to be cool like his older siblings...Happy Easter
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