It was the summer of 2011 where my family and I choose to travel to Washington DC. It was my first time in the USA, I was very excited and I hoped that I had the chance to see Barack Obama.
The first day of the vacation, we of course went to see The White House. The White House was not as big as I thought so that was a disappointment, but it looked very nice. And there were more people than I expected. Suddenly I heard police cars arriving, and all of people began to go crazy. It was about that time, where I realized, that something special was going on.
I looked around to see what it was, but there were too many people so I couldn’t really see anything. After a split second, I saw a black car arrive. I had a feeling that