By Ezra Dweck When I was in the Dominican Republic, my dad was playing volleyball. After one guy left, they needed one more person to play. I was sitting on the side watching the game and, all of a sudden, my dad asked me if I wanted to play. At first I said no, but then my dad convinced me to play. So, I played. I was nervous because I never really played this sport before. My dad told me to keep on trying and then I will get it. I was finally playing very well. I loved playing, I wish I can play this sport every day of my life.
This story was published in the Bar Mitzvah Magazine