Because I was raised a JW, for the most part I wasn't allowed to participate in any holidays. Dad didn't study when mom did, so there was a little lattitude but not much. He pretty much let my mother raise us and handle the religion side of life and rules that went with it..
But my one memory was when I was about 12 and my brother was 10 and sister 6. My dad's best friend gave us bunnies on Easter. One for each of us....
One day we went out to the cage though and the bunnies were gone.. Something about us not taking good enough care of them and my dad gave them to this other friend of his who raised rabbits...
One day not long later time for Sunday dinner....
we had a different tasting meat at our table on Sunday..
and when we pressed further.. you guessed it... RABBIT...
of course I flew into a crying spasm over eating our baby bunnies...
later my mom admitted it was indeed OUR rabbits!!
I never forgot how horrible that was!! So that is my ONE EASTER MEMORY....(well that and sitting in the principles office while the kids in school had their parties)