Palm Sunday and Easter are a very memorable time in my life. Growing up in a southern Church this time was to be observed with plays, concerts, Easter speeches and frilly dresses. Me and my cousins would wear patent leather shoes with lace trimmed socks. Our faces were framed with tightly curled bangs and pig tails that were forged by heat the night before. After church we would go to my Uncle Rob's house! There or maybe in the parking lot after church I would receive my Easter basket. The basket would later over flow with plastic eggs filled with chocolate. We would run through the grass and roll down the small hills risking the results the grass stains would bring.