When I was little, my mom would take me to a local Easter Egg Hunt that was often held in a large field near our downtown. I can't say I particularly enjoyued these outings. The organizers would line all the kids up, and all at once they would say "Run!" and all the kids would rush into the open field with their baskets flying to find as many eggs as they could.
I was not a very outgoing kid, so I was usually at the back of the pack. What that meant is most of the eggs I came across were smashed and gross......we didin't do plastic eggs back then. Each year I would walk out with only three or four eggs in my basket.
I can't recall being dissapointed by that, but I can remember feeling relieved that my mission was complete and we could go.
One of my most memorable Easters was when I was about 8 years old. I woke up to find an Easter Basket hanging from my bedpost with a brand new Cabbage Patch Preemie doll in side!! I was sooooo excited I could hardly stand it. I LOVED dolls!!
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Her name was Aleta Jaralee and she was perfect!! I took that doll, and my first Cabbage Patch Doll, Wayne Harris, EVERWHERE!! Today Aleta and Wayne live in my daughter's room. While my girls never played much with dolls, I could never, and probaly will never, get rid of these dolls. My little Wayne still has his baby powder scent and just sniffing his head takes me right back to being 7 years old!!
I had a Cabbage Patch Doll too! She had short blond hair and wore a very bright yellow and green striped aerobics suit - complete with legwarmers. :)
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