This year is different, and that sounds weird, but it truly is. When I was younger, I always dreamed of being a high schooler; the freedom, the friends, and more intrigued me. Now that I’m 14, I wish I was 6 again, and all I was worrying about was what color twinkle toes I would get for my birthday. Now theres always another rumor, another assignment ,another lecture from my mom about being responsible. This years different I’m not12 going into 8th grade, my mom’s not driving me to school anymore my brother is, my dad isn’t constantly checking in on me and my plans but now let me be.In 3 days ill be 15 and I’ll be able to drive in 6 months. That also means my next birthday is my last birthday with my brother before he goes to collage. The thought of not living with each other is hard to wrap my head around.I haven’t spent more time with anyone then him, although we used to argue a lot we were never not there for each other . Although sometimes he is my biggest opp i guess just looking out for me, i can’t imagine not living with him.Similar thoughts crossed my mind as I was helping my friend pack for college as we packed her room she found old photos and letters and told me to enjoy high school and cherish my time with my senior friends. That came back to me at the start of school this was my friend last first day of high school , I cant imagine school without her. Im not the biggest fan of school but my 2 best friends make it 100 times better. They have made high school in the short time ive been here so much better. I could never imagine better friends. I guess all things have to end and evolve but i wish i could go back and tell 6 year old me to stop dreaming about being a high schooler and enjoy being a little kid.