Eight-year-old Stefano Castro, born in Mexico, was eager to tell his mother about his recent farm trip:

First I saw Fidel and his friends dancing to bless the land. To start the dance, they blew into a shell and made a fire in a bowl. The dancers have a lot of things to put on, like white robes with sashes. . . . I have seen clothes like that in Mexico. Next I helped plant some seeds. It’s a lot of work.

At the greenhouse, my friend Andrew showed me how to harvest the lettuce. I helped by picking a lot of leaves. There were about 800 million plants in there. It was the most fun thing I ever did.

The next day I helped him load the salad on a truck so he can drive it to the school. It was heavy and cold. Now when I eat...

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