I headed my first Passover seder when I was 7 years old. It was kind of de facto. My family and I had only lived in the US for a few months by that point, and my Soviet-born parents knew nothing about the holiday (save whispers they’d heard as children regarding matzah being secretly–and illegally–bought in the spring).
I, on the other hand, was attending a Jewish Day School! What did it matter that I barely spoke English, and my Hebrew was even worse (I passed most of the language period copying the strange letters on the blackboard into my notebook–left to right, I suspect–without the slightest idea of what they meant or stood for). I was, for better or for worse, the Passover expert. Read the rest of this entry →