I remember Easter quite vividly growing up in Louisiana. As children we were always dressed up in our new clothes. and went to church as a family. After church we had a Easter egg hunt in our huge back yard. One adult always stayed home and hid everything from us while we attended church. It was a good plan until one year our dog learned where the eggs were. Needless to say there were fewer eggs that year for the children. My parents always kept a few for the smaller kids to make sure they could find theirs’ much faster and easier.