I've always seemed to have a deeply held contempt for most holidays -- especially religious ones. I found this photo of me when I was 6 years old. I wasn't happy then and the reason is quite obvious. Why on earth would parents force a child to wear anything that hideous?
Easter in our family did have one benefit. My parents were annoyed with my brother when he wouldn't pick up the red egg in the green grass. He had a pretty good excuse: he couldn't see it. He was color blind and could only see the blue and yellow eggs.
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