Newly married with our first-born, I remember the opportunity Janet and I had to bring our sweetie pie to Winter Park’s Central Park for his initial experience with an Easter-egg hunt. It was a beautiful day. Park Avenue was lined with proud parents and their animated young ones dressed in multicolored spring clothes. The blank gun fired and hundreds of screaming, shrieking toddlers ran hither and yon – some on their own and some with moms and dads – scrambling for anything they could grab. We’ve celebrated many Easters since, but that first experience shared with others still brings joy to my soul.
Originally posted for the Orlando Sentinel’s Central Florida 100.