When I was very young (between 1 and 5), there was an elderly couple that lived diagonally across the street from us. I wish I could remember their names. I'm usually very good with that (-Oh! I DO remember! The Knoxes. "Mr. and Mrs. Knox" -Told ya I was good!) We didn't see them much except for the occasional wave and friendly smile, but around Easter time, Mr. Knox always brought my friend and I "Easter Bunny hats." -A band of card stock with two paper bunny ears stapled to them. My friend and I loved our bunny hats and looked forward to them every year. We were always so excited! We would wear our hats constantly and pretend we were bunnies, until eventually one of the ears would fall off. Then we'd pretend we were Indians.