When I was a young boy that still loved chocolate and pinipig-coated ice cream, my family used to visit Riviera, a country club here in the south. Riviera annually hosts an Easter Sunday party where youngsters play the infamous Egg Hunting game. I was never the lucky boy that was awarded a trophy with a mountain of candies at the end of the day. I thought the staffs were clever hiding the multi-colored eggs, but then again I was twelve. I remember my mom entering me and my sister on an egg decorating contest, but again no trophies or sweet treats for me, I kept on breaking the eggs.
