[This is the first of a series of columns that explores the world of adults from the eyes of a child]
I was raised in an Italian village surrounded by four generations of loving and colorful relatives. I remember well our daily life. Grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, fourteen cousins and family friends always seemed right there.
As a 4-year-old student, dressed in my starched school uniform, I remember walking the two minutes to my Catholic church and the Catholic school at its side. On the other side of the school, within a few feet, was a chicken market, where fresh eggs were available daily.
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