The afternoon of July 10, my birthday, was bright, cheerful, and mild with the cool warmth of a midsummer day. The flowers bloomed lushly and the grass was sumptuously green. The rhythmic scratch and click of leather soles clacked on the concrete block. The rich aroma of creamy cheese from 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 scent of the cheeses so strongly you could almost taste it. I was here with my brother, mom and dad in Paris. You're probably thinking, "Oh, how nice, you're in Paris with your family." Well, I hate to break it to you, but it honestly isn't. My crafty brother couldn't stop telling 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. Her blue eyes and auburn blonde hair just make me jealous. I have brown eyes and “luxurious” black hair. If you asked me, I would want my hair to be auburn blonde, just like my mother's. Instead, I'm the outsider with the weird hair. And about my parents, their conversation usually goes like this: “Oh George, look at this magnificent statue. It was a great idea to go to the Louvre,” my mother comments. “Oh yes, it's a magnificent statue. We should have a statue like this at home,” he replies. Then, my annoying brother chimes in and says, “Yes, I agree with you. I would have to think it is one of the most famous statues in Paris. I believe it dates from 130 to 100 BC. This statue is called Venus de Milo, a Greek statue of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.” it lit up. "What did he say?" I asked. “Guys, it's time to go,” he said, looking at the impatient 70-year-old woman. We rushed after this woman who was starting to walk up the flight of stairs at a moderately fast speed. We went up the ramps one after the other until we reached the top. I saw mom and dad on the observation deck taking a ride without a care in the world. I ran to them hugging them in surprise. Suddenly, this loud, scratchy, screeching sound exploded in my head. The speaker woke me up. “Dernier arrêt Eurodisney” he shouted at full volume. Feeling dizzy, I looked up at my family. I hugged them, never letting them go. At that point I realized that the train conductor had said “Last Stop – EuroDisney”. Exhausted from all the sightseeing and jet lagged from the flight to Paris, I realized I had fallen asleep on the train and this scare was all a dream.