Easter was a smaller holiday, but my siblings and I knew we would be getting new clothes. I also had friends who looked forward to Easter for the new clothes, and not for the public holiday. We were not experiencing anything we needed a break from.
There were a couple of activities attached to Easter. As a child, I attended church programs. On Good Friday, I was assured of seeing a Catholic procession and a Jesus’ wannabe being beaten.
As I got older, things began to change and become so stereotyped, that I found the activities boring.
