My earliest Passover memory dates back to 1986. I was 4 years old, and eagerly practiced the Four Questions with my parents leading up to the holiday.
For our seder, we traveled to my aunt and uncle’s house, where I was the youngest of five cousins and the only girl. Singing this song was a tradition for the youngest child, a chance to prove I held an important role in our family.
I knew the words by heart, but I was also extremely shy. I eked out a few lines when the spotlight turned to me but, overcome with stage fright, became too scared to continue. My parents joined in, and with... Read More