This past week, I entered the world of the third graders to ask what their favorite Easter traditions are.
I took the long trek to double school Mapleview in the Punxsutawney Area School District on Route 536.
The kids had a blast and came up again with some cute and funny answers.
Some of the answers involved Easter dinner, Easter egg hunts, Easter baskets filled with candy, Easter candy, coloring eggs and eating ham, just to name a few.
I remember that growing up as a kid, coloring Easter eggs was an exciting event.
The highlight was taking a white crayon from the box of 64 and drawing a design or putting your name on the egg, which made it your property.
Today, there are all kinds of kits you can purchase to turn your Grade A Extra Large Eggs, fresh from the farm, into a Picasso-like work of art.
They kind of make my hand-drawn Easter Bunny with an egg-shaped head, rabbit ears and big, huge whiskers look amateurish.
Back then, I did not like to eat hard-boiled eggs, a fact I quickly forgot about when I concentrated on finding my basket on Easter morning, which the Easter Bunny hid in some very clever spots throughout the house.
I remember the one year when the bunny hid the basket so well, I never did find mine.
My mom did find it eventually, two weeks after Easter, hidden in the cedar closet in the basement.
Hey, I had something the other kids didn't have â€” which was still having the excitement of Easter two weeks after it was over.
Another career choice that I had at my disposal was to open an Easter grass nursery.
Which begs the question: Where does Easter grass come from?
I actually took a close look at a bag of Easter grass to see where it comes from.
Guess what? It doesn't really say; however, you can purchase it, like everything else on the Internet.
I've decided that I'm going to purchase a bag of the stuff and put it under the microscope and do an analysis.
On second thought, I probably will be better off if I don't know.
In recent days, I have covered as a reporter several area Easter egg hunts.
My only question is, when did it became a competitive sport?
I realize that some parents are competitive and they want their kids to be competitive, but I'm not sure that pushing your way to being the champion of gathering plastic eggs filled with candy and sometimes money could ever be a competitive sport. Or popular enough to have its own cable channel.
There's one tradition in our home that involves decorating our house with Easter egg lights and pastel-colored lights.
I've noticed that we are part of a select group that can be seen here and there throughout town.
That sort of makes us unique, I guess, compared to Christmas, when they even decorate news and sports sets on television.
Even David Letterman and Jay Leno (Jimmy Fallon now) have Christmas trees, lights and poinsettias adorning their sets.
You never see Easter decorations.
I was disappointed that the kids did not mention one of my favorite Easter traditions â€” the Cadbury Easter Bunny that clucks like a chicken.
I'm not saying it isn't possible that a bunny that sounds like a chicken couldn't lay chocolate eggs that, when you crack them open, have what appears to be the consistency of a real egg with a yellow yolk.
However, Cadbury eggs doesn't taste like that â€” they taste amazing.
You can find the secret ingredients, once again, on the Internet.
I'll stick with the belief that the Cadbury Bunny lays them herself or himself.
One of the kids I interviewed said he loves planting jellybeans, so a jellybean bush will grow â€” not a bad idea.
I guess that's what Easter is all about.
If you think that, let me take an extra minute to tell you what I think it's all about.
It's all about Jesus, Son of God, being sent to earth to save us from our sins and offer us eternal life with Him in heaven.
And yes, that is on the Internet, too.
Check out the real Easter tradition at your friendly neighborhood church tomorrow.
Unlike an Easter basket, Jesus isn't difficult to find.
Happy Easter!!! I also like Reese's peanut butter cups shaped like eggs, too.
I'm just sayin'!