Easter meant going to Bridgeville Church for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. By the time we arrived, all the eggs were hidden and for some reason I could never see them as we drove into the driveway, even though I scanned the area from the car window. Basket in hand, I began searching for the coveted "Golden Egg." My sister would point out the hidden treasures as we went, but somehow the golden egg escaped a ride in our baskets. After the hunt, we would wait for mom to finish her conversations with the women of the church as we took inventory of our Easter baskets.
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