The first
time I cast a vote was in fifth grade. There was a race for class president,
and I was a contender. Our school only had two fifth grade classes giving me a
fifty/fifty chance at victory. At the urging of my mother my campaign began. My
campaign manager (mom) helped me create posters that read – Take Note and
Vote. Music notes danced near the words.
My classmates and I learned about the election
process, from campaigning to voting, and delivering speeches. Although I was
not elected as class president, I gained a greater understanding of how it felt
to step out of your comfort zone.
Another
childhood memory of the election process was going with my mother to the voting
precinct. I trailed behind her as she stepped into the metal booth and pulled a
metal lever that closed the curtain. It felt like we were in the dressing room type
booth for eternity (kid terms). Mom starred at the voting panel, slid levers,
then finally we were done.
Fast forward
a few decades and it was my sons turn to take note and vote. They accompanied me
to the church that was my polling precinct. The sky was dark, and the air was
brisk as we waited in the long line to vote in the 2008 Presidential election.
The polling booth was different the metal one from my childhood. However, the reason
we were there was the same…to make our voice count; Well…my voice, my sons were
too young.
Today, both
my sons have voted. What about you, have you voted or plan to vote on November
3rd? What fond memories do you have about the election process?
Make your
voice heard.
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