Passover memories

Several years ago I wrote these memories for a Chabad Passover class.  We all recalled our most vivid Passover experiences.
I lived in the small town of Lincoln, Illinois from about the age of 18 months until the end of 8th grade. There were approximately eight Jewish families in Lincoln.  The seders were always at our house.  I am sitting at the same dining room table as I write this.  When I think back, the table seemed so much larger, cause I was smaller, I guess. 
We always had matzo ball soup the first night and borscht the second.  My mother makes the world's best charoses (with lots of Mogen David).  Later on in our lives, she always had to make extra for us to take back to school with us.  One year very early in our lives, our father of blessed memory led all of the children in a conga line around our table to pretend we were crossing the Red Sea.  We always wanted to do it again.  It was most fun the first time because it was so spontaneous.  In the days before plague bags, magic tricks, masks, etc our seders were lots of fun.  In later years we might occasionally go to a community seder, but those were BORING! 
A few years ago, my mom tired of all of the preparations, and I gladly said it would be my turn now.  We've kept everything pretty much the same except now everyone indulges my fondness for frog decorations, vegetarian fare, & we use the Artscroll Children's Hagaddah for the benefit of my niece and nephew.  We still have lots of fun!
Now back to making charoses.  I'm still trying to make it taste as good as my mom's.