When I was about three years old, my family took me to a huge church Easter egg hunt. You know the kind...all the kids line up in front of what seems like an enormous field filled with colored eggs at every bush, tree and oddly shaped blade of grass. I was so proud to participate in my first big event.
There was a large crowd of children waiting for the hunt to begin. You could feel the excitement in the air. An adult told all the children to line up on the sidewalk, and then sit down facing the field of eggs. Everyone was already looking for eggs from their seated positions.
As I sat down, my sister noticed that I missed a step in getting dressed in my Easter best. I was not wearing any underwear beneath my frilly white dress. My sister, in her oh so helpful way, immediately brought it to my parents' attention. They scooped me up out of the line and said, "We'll just run home and put some underwear on. We'll be right back. You won't miss a thing".
But I did.
By the time we got back, the children had emptied the field of all it's eggy goodness, and I was left standing there with a covered bottom and an empty basket. It was pitiful. Each year following, everyone made sure I was wearing underwear before the Easter egg hunt.