Why I’ve Always Wanted to Attend The Annual Easter Egg Roll at the White House
Do you remember Easter when you were little? I mean, REALLY small? If your family, like mine, celebrated Easter with baskets filled with chocolate bunnies, spiced jelly beans, and that ever elusive Easter Bunny leaving eggs all around the house, then you probably remember hearing about the Annual Easter Egg Roll at the White House either on television or the daily newspaper.
As a small child living in Northern Maine, the White House was not only the magical place where the President and his family lived, but also the spot where families from all over the country would gather on the front lawn to attend the traditional Easter celebration. I remember seeing the little girls dressed in their finest dresses and a lace-trimmed bonnet atop their heads, little boys in pastel-colored suits, and the parents of the children chasing after them while they hunted for Easter eggs, smiling and laughing right along with them. I would smile as I sat on the floor watching the TV screen and dream of that magical day when I would have my turn on that lawn. It never happened, but there was always that thought in the back of my head: one day I’ll be smiling on that famous lawn. One day.
To this day, the thought of attending the Annual Easter Egg Hunt on The White House lawn brings a smile to my face. It makes me think of my childhood and the innocence of being a little girl dreaming of the magical White House. Now, my daughter and I listen to the news each year tell us about the Easter Egg Roll, and although little girls have swapped out lace bonnets for giant bows and little boys have switched out bowl-cut hairstyles for fauxhawks, the magic of the day is still seen in their eyes and in the eyes of their parents.
This year my family’s schedule is clear traveling-wise at the beginning of April, and my first thought was to apply for the ticket lottery for a chance to attend the Easter Monday celebration. If I don’t get chosen, it’s absolutely fine. There will be next year’s lottery to apply for a spot. But, if I am one of the “chosen ones”, you’ll find a smile like you’ve never seen on the face of this travel writer and an additional post with my take on my family’s visit. In the meantime, fingers, toes, and everything else that can be will be crossed until the official lottery winner announcement happens in March. Until then, I’ll be dreaming of my youth filled with Easter frivolity and magic.
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