One of the most fun things I did over the summer of 2012 was my birthday. This year I turned 15 and since I am Hispanic (puerto rican to be exact) there was a lot of fuss. A lot of Hispanics believe that 15 is the age a girl becomes a young woman and they celebrate it with something called a quinceñera.
My quince was nerverackingly-exciting. It was exactly on my birthday, July 15. All my closest family and friends were there to celebrate my coming-of-age. I had to wear and poofy dress which made me feel beautifully out of my element. Usually you will catch me in in skinny jeans, a hoodie, and fly kicks but I was wearing the dress, jewelry and heels! I thought I was going to cry walking down the aisle but I held it together. The ceremony was very detailed and beautiful and gooey and stuff. But the reception? I don't remember the last time I partied so hard. That was the most fun I had in a while. My birthday was one of the not fun things I did this summer, as usual
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