16 years

I feel like I need to say something profound and deep about this milestone birthday but really the only thing that comes to mind is that 16 is a peewee age. Seriously, its not that amazing, you're barely able to remember the first half of your life, for some reason the state allows you to drive if youve handed over an inordanite amount of money, and you're 2 years away from voting. Whoopee. Not to say I'm not excited, because I am. I'm still a girl after all, and love an opportunity to get presents and have a party with chocolate cake and such. (I did, and it was awesome, just by the way:) ) But I dont feel 16, I feel 8. Or 48. Either one, but not 16. Its like my whole life 16 has been this magic number, the perfect age. In all my little stories I've made up the beautiful heroine was always 16, so I guess in my tiny 7 year old brain 16 is the best age to go on adventures and get rescued by a handsome prince. Or rescue myself and said prince since I'm such a boss. But now that I'm 16 I feel a little lost, what am I supposed to aspire to now? 18? 21? I dont want to waste my life wishing I was older, or once I turn 29, wishing I was younger! Hah! What a sorry life that would be. I want to be content with myself and my age. If I can accomplish that, awesome. If not, well, nobody's perfect, to quote Miley Cyrus.