Erez knew from the day he was born that man was created only for pleasure. Oren and Liat, the young parents, bought him the most luxurious designed baby bed they could find in the stores: on the first day he came home, they attached a musical and rotating device to this bed, from which colorful figures of fabric animals dangle. His head was surrounded by colorful pictures sold especially for the development of toddlers, and soft accessories were scattered around him that make delicate sounds with every slight movement the baby made. Have fun.
Oren and Liat knew that they were giving him the most. When he grew up a little, his house was filled with the most innovative and expensive toys. He was quick to give him what he wanted and wanted. At the age of three, in addition to his luxurious fleet of cars and bicycles and three luxurious types of "bimbos", he also had a motorized tractor. All the children in the neighborhood stared at him with open jealousy, and he would drive back and forth on the sidewalk with great pride.
"Mom, everyone asks me for a turn," Erez returned to the house, crying every time. "Erez, my dear, we bought you the tractor so you could enjoy it. This is not their business. They have their own games."
Indeed, Erez learned and internalized with all his senses that his parents' main desire was to pleasure him and enjoy him as much as possible. He traveled with them throughout the length and breadth of the country. They made sure to show him every pleasing sight that existed in the Holy Land. He was also offered every possible place to hang out during vacations, from a cable car ride, a sailing route in the Sea of Galilee, a kayaking and a tornado boat ride with a banana, to a flight in the skies of Israel. There was not a museum that they did not visit and no resort whose facilities they did not enjoy. When he reached the age of thirteen, His parents thought that they had long exhausted all the pleasures that the tiny country had to offer, and in honor of their arrival at the so-called "Bar Mitzvah", they bought a plane ticket for him and for them to Switzerland.At the age of fourteen, they flew to Italy, and at the age of fifteen, to Spain. By the age of sixteen, they had already flown across the ocean, to America. "It is our duty to show him Niagara Falls," the parents believed. They flew over the clouds for twelve hours, rested a full day at Hotel No. 1 in Toronto, and then drove to the famous Falls.
