Pat's View: Easter Memories
By Pat Cashman
Many years ago, my pop decided to take my brothers and me to a big, organized Easter egg hunt. Colored eggs had been hidden all over a city park in our small town---including one gold egg. The kid that found it was to receive a fabulous prize---perhaps candy for life. Plus a gift certificate for unlimited orthodontia.
The huge throng of kids, including my brothers and me, were lined up on various starting lines. Everyone was staggered several feet apart so that the littlest kids would get a head start over bigger ones. That meant the youngest kids---say, under a foot high---were placed in front, while the older kids---say, those with beards and tattoos---were placed in the back.
But when the starting whistle was blown, the big kids ferociously bounded past the tiny ones---like sharks elbowing their way through a school of minnows. (If sharks had elbows, the preceding simile would have been brilliant.)
The scene was straight out of “Lord of the Flies.” Kids were crying, rolling, screaming, kicking, wailing and punching---in perfect imitation of their parents.