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My first love was a childhood friend that I grew up with. Our parents were friends, and although it never bloomed into anything, we shared Italian ice under the canopy of a tree-covered park on dusty red soil in the summer heat on my sixth birthday in Italy. And I still remember that day 42 years later.

My first love was a childhood friend that I grew up with. Our parents were friends, and although it never bloomed into anything, we shared Italian ice under the canopy of a tree-covered park on dusty red soil in the summer heat on my sixth birthday in Italy. And I still remember that day 42 years later.

My first love was a childhood friend that I grew up with. Our parents were friends, and although it never bloomed into anything, we shared Italian ice under the canopy of a tree-covered park on dusty red soil in the summer heat on my sixth birthday in Italy. And I still remember that day 42 years later.