Rabbits have always been part of my life. We have two now, and I had pet rabbits as a child as well. You may recall the memorable tale of how I “earned” one of my childhood rabbits.
My dad often tells the story of how, when I was maybe in first grade, I brought home a school worksheet. I had missed one, and he was asking me why I missed it. Apparently we had to listen to the teacher and cross out the picture she instructed. For the one I missed, I was supposed to cross out a rabbit picture, “but I just couldn’t make an “x” through the cute little bunny!”
Our rabbits then (unlike our house rabbits now) lived outside in hutches. When the weather got really bad, my dad would bring them into the garage, but I don’t recall that happening very much.
We had a five acre field behind our house, which was planted much of the year, and some of my scariest childhood memories involve a few times when a rabbit would get loose and go into the field. Amazingly, the family was always able to find the runaway rabbit and capture him or her. What a relief!
My aunt and frequent commenter Elaine shares a memory of me (which incidentally I have no memory of – that’s why it’s great to hear others’ memories!):
Once when I was visiting in your house on the main highway, the split-level one, one of you girls took me back to the rabbit hutch to show me the bunny, which I believe was Thumper. You then proceeded to give me a sex education lesson about a male bunny jumping on a female bunny and then she would have babies, etc. I was very surprised that you knew the facts about the birds and bees because you wouldn’t have been more than 8 or so, I think. I remember going back into the house and telling your mom about it. As I recall, she didn’t say much in response. I’m still wondering whether it was your dad or your mom who had given you that lesson.
I do remember us “borrowing” someone’s male rabbit one day to put with our rabbit so she would have babies. The whole thing didn’t go too well as I recall she ended up eating some of the babies once they were born and it was kind of a mess.
But, I continued enjoying rabbits. They were one of my top choices for drawings (and I would usually include the obligatory pile of droppings beneath their cage in my pictures).
When I was in junior high, the rabbits seemed less interesting, and we gave them to a willing friend of mine. As I recall, about a year later, they had all died, which I felt bad about (even though it could have happened even had we kept them).
Did you have childhood pets?