Andrea Findley
Editor
My final semester at WTAMU has been an adventure.
As a senior, I have attempted to be a real adult for once and leave the drinking games and embarrassing weekend stories behind me.
Unfortunately, last Saturday added to my list of “Oh my gosh” stories.
I’m doing an internship at a local TV station, and as all interns know, life isn’t always fun as an intern.
My supervisor asked me if I’d be the Easter Bunny at the Spanish station’s annual Easter Egg Hunt. Like usual, I didn’t think through my answer before I said “Sure, that’ll be fun.”
For the record, I do not speak Spanish.
As soon at I arrived at the park, I realized this was a day I’d never forget. Kids were already playing and Tejano music was blasting from the DJ’s speakers.
Soon, I found myself in the back of a van…putting on a huge white bunny head and fake bunny slippers. We had slyly hidden the bunny costume in a box as we toted it around so the kids’ fantasy of the Easter Bunny wouldn’t be crushed.
Once inside the costume, it felt like I had smoke something earlier in the day. Everything felt heavy and disproportionate.
I couldn’t see anywhere except directly in front of me and the wind kept throwing my bunny head backwards—almost tipping me over completely.
Despite those facts, the second I stepped out into the open field I felt awesome. I’ve never felt that loved in my life. Everybody wanted a hug and a photo with me —The Easter Bunny.
One little girl was attached to my bunny legs every time I looked down, while other kids would have nothing to do with the Easter Bunny.
And, honestly the whole concept of a gigantic bunny that hides eggs for little kids is creepy.
The anchor eventually dragged me up to the front and started telling me stuff to do.
Again, I don’t speak Spanish. After a few minutes of complete confusion, I just started dancing. I thought maybe in her millions of words she had said tango.
I assume that’s what she said because as soon as I shook my little bunny tail everyone started cheering.
After that, I continued to take some more photos with the kids. As a natural reaction, I kept smiling for each photo even though no one could see my face.
Now, it was time for the official Easter Egg Hunt. I was taken to the front of the crowd and told, this time in English, “They want you to put up your arms and when you’re ready for the kids to go, put your hands down.” Simple enough.
I did just that — I put my hands up and then put them down after a few seconds. Instantly, I hear the event organizers behind me yell “OH NO!”
I was supposed to wait until they counted to three. I wasn’t told this and if they had counted to three I don’t know if I’d have caught on to “Uno, dos, tres.”
After that I was ready to go. Sometime during the day, I had noticed several very peculiar hairs imbedded in the lining of the bunny head and was anxious to get out of it and take a shower.
Overall, I wouldn’t trade being the most loved person in that park for anything.