The Hunt for the Perfect Hunt

Being fairly new to Georgia I was on the hunt for a fun, age-appropriate hunt for my kiddos to do this weekend.  The local high school was advertising a hunt so I checked it out:

The additional description included things like:

"Last year we had 22,000 people in attendance and this year we are expecting even more!"

and

"the entire event will last from 10am to 5pm"

and

"In addition to thousands of eggs on the field, thousands more will be dropped from a helicopter. So bring the family and enjoy TONS of candy, inflatables, face-painting, pictures with the Easter Bunny, lots of vendors, and fun for all ages!"

Whoa.  Just whoa.  I kept looking and found this one at a local church.  It's description was:

"2,000 screaming kids running/scrambling out onto a field that a Helicopter has just flown in and dropped 20.000 Easter eggs stuffed with prizes. There will be a live critically acclaimed Latin band playing music, inflatable games, face painting, food, and more!"

My goodness what is going on here?  Somebody tell these people to take a chill pill.

I LOVE Easter.  Seriously love it.  It has been my favorite holiday for as long as I can remember.  I remember a community hunt we used to have at a local park and a little hunt at a small grocery store in town.  I remember hunting for real eggs at a family friends farm.  I remember the Easter bunny hiding our baskets on Easter morning and searching the house for them.

No helicopters.  No inflatables.  And certainly a lot fewer than 20,000 eggs.  But my goodness it was fun.  The absolute best memories.  I swear there are still days where I walk out in the morning and think  that it smells like Easter.

That is what I want my kiddos to remember.  The smell of an early spring morning.  Dew covered eggs in the grass.  Sun shine, spring blooms, happiness.

Needless to say I am now up to my ears in Easter eggs for a small neighborhood hunt I decided to plan myself.  100% worth it.