When I was younger, my parents told me there was a bunny who gave kids treats every easter. Being a toddler, I believed every word they said. However, one Easter morning, I saw my mother filling a small basket with chocolates. I brushed it off as nothing. Then came the jolly ‘ol fellow Santa Claus who gave presents to children every Christmas. This was soon debunked when I saw my father eating the cookies we had made with presents in hand. These little white lies were getting out of hand. Lastly, my parents introduced me to God, or at least the idea of him. No one had ever seen him, but always based his teachings on a book. Just as there are Easter books and Christmas stories, I wasn’t going to let them slip this one passed me so easily.Â