I will never understand the unabashed joy that comes from seeing my unabashed terror in this childhood Easter Bunny photo, but it runs deep and wide, and this is a perennial favorite at Easter time.
As young as I was, I distinctly remember waiting in line at Mohawk Mall to see this horrifying creature. I remember being scared out of my mind. Hopefully I had a diaper on too. For many years thereafter, I steered clear from the bunnies that began appearing in malls every spring. I’ve conquered that fear, but such residual terror always runs the risk of being resurrected when one least expects it. I found myself coming down the escalator at Crossgates Mall a couple of weeks ago, deposited right in the sightline of a friendly rabbit. I dodged and swerved and kept a wide berth. No sense in tempting fate to repeat such terror. Even if this one had a friendly face and was totally lacking in a tulle tutu around his neck.
Happy Easter y’all.
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