One happy Easter memory. My sister and I were just kids. One weekend while we were at our grandmother's house, where we lived with our dad, we were upstairs exploring. Dad's room had a deep closet, kind of scary because it was dark. A curtain hung in the doorway. Lois and I got nosey, like kids do, and we peeked inside the closet. Just on the other side of the curtain we found two Easter baskets. You know, the kind you can buy that are already made up. They were big and pretty and filled with all kinds of goodies.
Lois and I never did tell dad that we'd found them. Waiting for Easter to get there practically killed us, knowing what waited for us upstairs in his closet.
My favorite Easter candy? Cadbury eggs.