In the book I'm reading, the main characters best friend is thirteen, and all she starts caring about is boys, makeup and parties, saying it's just her "growing up". I think a lot of girls go through this, and begin to believe that's what it means to be mature. But when you're a bit older - in you're late twenties or early thirties, say - will you really be classed as mature if all you care about is boys and partying? I think very few people would be.
When I was thirteen, I never wanted to be one of those girls who partied and got drunk and stuff, because I knew that wasn't maturity. But I can remember clearly the day I left primary school, I was already trying to pose like one of my teenage friends in pictures. I still look at those "selfies" I took on that day and cringe, because, well... it was seriously cringe-worthy.
So now I'm fifteen. And although I don't feel any different, I know I am very different to the girl I was last year on March 31st (my birthday). And I'm glad I've changed!
My birthday was amazing. We were in Yorkshire, in this little cottage we've been to every year since I was 4. I had one of my best friends with me this year (Rosie), and that made it even better. We headed in to Ilkley and went up to the Cow and Calf (Ilkley Moore) and sat there for a while. It is SUCH an amazing view. Then we went in to town and looked around, then went for a Costa. We had some cake in the morning, for lunch we had a picnic on the Cow and Calf, and then for dinner we had a typical party meal - sausage rolls (vegetarian ones), potato smiles, mini pizzas, party rings. It was perfect! Thank you every one for making it so special and giving me my wonderful, thoughtful gifts.
This is my birthday cake! Isn't it magical?
Here's me blowing out my candles.
And there's the inside of my gorgeous cake. I love it!
Until next time,
Ellie xxxxxx
It was indeed a magical day!! xxx
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