I wasn't brought up in a tradition where Easter was a big deal. On the whole, we maintained our non-conformity by ignoring the liturgical calendar. Christmas was a purely secular event; Easter was about chocolate. The rationale was two-fold: firstly, that we should be remembering the great events behind Christmas and Easter all the time; secondly, that Scripture didn't mandate or command the observance of these or any other festivals.
In more recent years, I've observed Christmas and Easter more closely. In essence, I moved away from the version of the regulative principle that said you couldn't do things that weren't directly commanded in Scripture, although I still think nobody can criticise people who choose not to observe the festivals, since there is no Biblical authority behind them. Moreover, I came to think that it was just impossible for human beings to remember everything all the time. Without a focus to our remembering, our remembering melts away. It's why we have communion, why we come together to worship: to provide a focus to our remembering of Jesus. Christmas, and especially Easter, helps me with that.
But I did make the mistake, as I moved to this position, of treating Easter as if it were mythical. Consider Tammuz, if you will. Tammuz is an annual dying and rising god. He comes and goes. In some ways he quite clearly stands for the coming and going of the seasons. His dying and rising were observed annually, with funerals and celebrations. These rituals did not commemorate anything; there was nothing to commemorate, since Tammuz was never thought of as a historical person per se. He was rather a personification of a timeless reality.
To treat Easter as a myth is to see the passage from Good Friday to Easter Sunday as a sort of re-enactment. In my case, it meant trying to find the right emotional response for each day: remorse passing into grief passing into joy. I suppose acting as if my participation made it real.
Easter is history. It happened once and for all. So, this weekend I will be remembering and celebrating, not re-enacting.