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April 8, 2007

My secret identity....

So for the last three weeks I have been an Easter Bunny at the Twelve Oaks Mall.



Being the Easter Bunny is one of the hardest jobs I've ever had. The head is burdensome and hot and constantly threatening to fall off. It provides very little vision which is limited to only that which is directly in front of you. The Easter Bunny wears a hollow fat suit under his clothes, thus holding babies is very difficult. And some of their mothers were stupid and would throw their fat babies on me and walk away for like ten minutes at a time while my arms went numb and I desperately tried not to drop them...

I could go on, but in the spirit of Easter, I will point out some of the sweet things about being the Easter Bunny. Kids from about 4 to 8 think the bunny is simply amazing. They would hug me and give me hi-fives and ask if I liked carrots. Some kids don't want to leave, rather they wanted to sit next to me all day and they cried when their parents made them go. Others asked if I would remember that they would be out of town for Easter. Some very considerate children would tell me about their siblings, who weren't there, so that they wouldn't be forgotten. Children also bring lots of letters and drawings for the bunny...








The effect of commercialism is very apparent as quite a few kids ask the bunny for Nintendo Wii's, new bikes and Heelies. But many kids still ask for candy, eggs, stuffed toys and bubbles.

Being the Bunny was a very surreal experience. It's strange to have children believe you are a giant rabbit. Some of them believe in the giant rabbit with all their heart, like only a child can. I think that the ability to believe in the impossible is the most beautiful thing that we lose when we grow up.

When I would take off the suit and walk around the mall I would see the same children and parents who had just visited the bunny. Sometimes they would end up next to me in the food court and they'd be playing with the toys I had just handed them. Neither they nor their parents had any idea I had just posed for a picture with them, a picture they will keep and look at 30 years from now. It's a funny thing to be in hundreds of family photo albums and not be at the same time.

Posted by audrey at April 8, 2007 5:05 PM

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wow what a cool employment experience.

Posted by: outobol at April 8, 2007 7:56 PM

I can relate to so much of this! I was Chuck E. Cheese quite a bit when I worked there.

It always would bum me out to come out of the changing closet and see kids that had been so excited a few minutes ago to just look at me like a stranger. It's a very weird experience.

Posted by: Cory Weaver at April 8, 2007 10:09 PM

this is a classic entry. BOOKMARKED.

Posted by: nicole at April 8, 2007 11:15 PM

wow, i really love it.

Posted by: steph at April 10, 2007 12:57 AM

i wish i had a job like that.

Posted by: sara at April 10, 2007 7:46 PM

Wow, great job. It sounds like you had fun. I think it's really cute that the kids gave you cards and stuff. That is a very interesting thing you said about being in hundreds of family photos, I never thought about it like that before (my mom still has all the pictures of me with Santa as a kid).

I can relate to the losing the ability to believe in the impossible when growing up, that's actually one of the themes of my book.

Nice picture!

Posted by: Dan H. at April 11, 2007 11:06 AM

That was simply precious

Posted by: Eric at April 30, 2007 4:36 PM

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