I was playing in my room when my dad popped his head in and said, "Hey kid, wanna take a walk with your old man?"

"Yeah!" I shouted, jumping to my feet. I love taking walks with dad. He sometimes tell me stories about his dad or about the farm and the animals. We always had fun together. Sometimes we would even go fishing.

Me and dad walked across the farm and started up a big hill. He hadn't said nothin' since we left the house. He seemed like he was sad about something and I didn't want to ask. He isn't usually sad, so I figured it must be something bad.

Dad's my hero. He knows almost everything but is nice about it, not like some of our neighbors. He knows about G-d and stuff and tells me stories almost every day. He makes it seem like G-d is standing right next to us! In fact, my dad said G-d is always standing next to me everywhere I go, even if I am playing in my room or feeding the animals on the farm.

We climbed the hill higher and higher and still, dad still didn't say nothin'. When we got to the top, we sat down together and looked out across our farm. You can see the whole world from on top of that hill! The sun was already up and it was a pretty day. The sky was so blue and there were white, fluffy clouds floating overhead. There was a little breeze on the hill that we couldn't feel down below, but it was nice even though it was kinda hot. I could smell flowers and could hear the birds in the bushes nearby. This was one of the best days I could ever remember, sitting on top of the world with my dad.

Without saying a word, dad grabbed me and started to tie my hands. It scared me real bad and I kept yelling, "Dad, what are you doing?" He just kept tying my hands. I yelled again, "Dad, I don't like this game! Please stop!" Then he started tying up my feet. I tried but couldn't get away. I was scared and started to cry. My dad had never done anything like this before and I didn't know why he was doing it.

Dad picked me up and sat me on a big rock. He was crying when he pulled out his big knife and raised it over his head. I screamed because it looked like he was going to stab me with it, but dad is my friend and I didn't know why he wanted to hurt me.

All of a sudden, a lamb made a baa-aa-aa noise and dad stopped. With the knife still in the air, he looked over his shoulder and saw a ram stuck in a bush and then slowly lowered his arm. He took the knife and cut the ropes off of my hands and feet and lifted me off of the big rock.

Dad and me went over and got the ram unstuck from the bush he was in, then we offered it up to G-d as a sacrifice.

Me and dad are best buddies. He later told me what happened and why he did that stuff, but I didn't understand it. He said I would understand it someday when I get older like him.

When I grow up, I want to be just like my dad. He's my hero.


- Isaac

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