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on the top floor. They had a dinner bell and a colored-glass front door. The yard was hidden by hedges, but we knew of the massive yard behind the hedges. We were looking at the back of the house. If we went around the block, we would see the front side of the house. The property took half of a block. I knew a girl lived there, and it would be an Easter morning, that I would meet her. She was beautiful, in her Sunday dress and shiny black shoes. She was playing hopscotch, all alone in her side yard. She asked me if I wanted to play with her. It was the start of a special friendship.

I remember, as an adult, moving on the eve of Easter. I remember how it had been crucial to keep the box with the baskets in it, separate from the massive pile of packed household belongings. This Easter would be a mere day or so from my birthday, which was spent trying to get some order to the house.

I have many memories of Easter, but none that were of the real meaning. I would eventually find out the truth, which brings me to the moral of the story. In January of 2004, my family was baptized and I learned about Jesus and what he had done for me. I also learned the Bible story leading up the great event of Easter. I finally knew what Good Friday and Palm Sunday were all about. Easter of 2004 would be the most inspiring and memorable Easter I would ever experience. We had a big feast at home with both sides of the family, and I don't know what it meant for each individual who sat at our table that day, but for me, I was a new person and felt as lively and infant as the sprouts coming out of the front garden. This is a simple story, yet gives me much insight as I look back at life and see how it all comes together, and makes sense, in God's time.

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