In the afternoon of Easter, Navelle and I joined up with our neighbor's annual, traditional easter egg roll. They've been doing this for about 8 years. At first it was their family with Gabe and me, and now it has grown to quite a large gathering. We all walk up the hill in the nearby park. Once at the top, the goal is to take an egg and roll it down the hill without breaking it open. The person with the fewest rolls/tosses wins. The harder you roll, the fewer rolls are required, but the higher the probability of breaking the egg.
This is the group gathered at the top of the hill, ready to roll.
Navelle, in front, with her egg.
Navelle rolled her egg a few times and then the shell began to crackle. At that point she made a strategic decision to stop and eat the egg before it suffered a catastrophic structural failure and ended up busted apart and covered in dirt. So she at the egg and we walked the rest of the way down the hill, passing many busted eggs.
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