I came across an article once that rang true to a scenario that I've had to endure for 30 years and will continue 'til the day I die. Having a unique name.

It's Easter.  Its that time of the year when we realize we are truly in the season of Spring. It doesn't look much now, but during this time flowers bring life to dullness of the city, pastel colors fill store fronts and hard boiled eggs. What Easter also brings is an answer to a question that most don't seem to understand. What do bunnies and eggs have to do with Easter?!