The afternoon of July 10, my birthday, was bright, joyful and sweet with the cool warmth of a summer day. The flowers were blooming exuberantly and the grass was a sumptuous green. The rhythmic scraping and clicking of leather soles clattered against the concrete blocks. The rich aroma of creamy cheese from the cheese shops and the fresh scent of delicious freshly baked bread convinced me that Paris is the country of my dreams. I walked along the sidewalk, smelling the rich, creamy smell of cheeses so strong you could almost taste it. I was here with my brother, my mother and my father in Paris. You're probably thinking, "Oh, that's so nice, you're in Paris with your family." Well, I hate to break it to you, but honestly, it’s not. My smart and intelligent brother kept spouting off facts about “The City of Lights.” For an 11 year old boy, he sure knows a lot about everything; and I don't necessarily like it. His muddy blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair make me jealous. I have brown eyes and “luxurious” black hair. If you asked me, I wish my hair was strawberry blonde, just like my mother's hair. Instead, I'm the stranger with the weird hair. And about my parents, their conversation usually goes something like this: “Oh George, look at this beautiful statue. It was a great idea to go to the Louvre, my mother comments. Ah yes, it's a magnificent statue. We should have a statue like this at home,” he replies. Then my annoying brother steps in and says, “Yes, I agree with you. I would have to think this is one of the most famous statues in Paris. I believe it is dated between 130 and 100 BC. This statue is called The Venus de Milo, a Greek statue of Aphrodite, goddess of Love and Beauty”.Jus...... middle of paper ......s lit up. “What did she say?” I asked. “Kids, it’s time to go now,” he said, looking at the impatient 70-year-old woman. We rushed after this woman who was starting to climb the stairs at a moderately fast speed. We climbed the floors one by one until we reached the top. I spotted Mom and Dad on the observation deck sightseeing without a care in the world. I ran towards them hugging them in surprise. Suddenly this loud, irritating, screaming sound exploded in my head. The loudspeaker woke me up. “Last stop Eurodisney,” he yelled. Feeling dizzy, I looked at my family. I held them in my arms, never letting go. At that moment I realized that the train driver had said “Last stop – EuroDisney”. Exhausted from all the sightseeing and jet lag from the flight to Paris, I realized I had fallen asleep on the train and that this scare was just a dream..