Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more. Now my life is full of new important things and new people and new drama to keep my mind occupied.  Last year I thought about boys, clothes and games and my horses. Now I'm busy thinking about cars, drivers ed,  a certain boy and a job. I feel as if I have matured since my last celebration of my birth. And a new awareness has settled on me, slowly, as if it's been doing so for months. I have more important things to do than lounge around my house, sleeping in and putting lilttle effort into my studies. Now I am busy, now I relish days to sleep in and enviously look back on days where I could eat candy and sugar without a care or a worry.  Now I will choose a salad over a burger, tea over mt dew, an apple over some fries. Because now I care about my health. That young, carefree,  mischievous litle sprite that turned 14 last year is now slightly less care free, but still full of mischief and laughs. So actually, I was wrong. I do feel different, but not because of a day where I turned one more year older. Rather, it is because Iooked back on myself and realized I have changed. For the better? I hope so. Because I've got a lot of birthdays ahead of me and I want each one to be as great as this one. When I can look back and see that yes, I change, but it's a good thing.