When I was younger, my mother would take me with her to the polling place. I was always impressed with the entire process: the little booth, the levers, the ballot, the signup sheet, the whole thing. At 17 years old, I watched Clinton get elected into office and I wanted so badly to vote in that election.
The young Steven who watched his mother vote, grew up into the adolescent Steven who could not stand being a few months shy of voting age, is now the adult Steven who never misses a vote. I vote in every election from general elections, to primary elections, to bond elections, to school board elections, to County Tax elections. I never miss a vote; at least I try not to.
I get excited on Election Day. This morning I could not wait to vote NO on 4 to Fix The County. I was so excited about it in fact; I had dreams about it last night. I do not know what it is about exercising my right to vote, but I love it, and I will never take it for granted. Sometimes I wish more people felt the same way.
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2 comments:
I remember tagging along but it seems there were lights on the board behind the curtain. This was the 60's in Florida way too long ago to be certain...
My wish would be that the % of eligable Tulsan's voting today would even be half of the % voting in Iraq today...
I don't remember going with my parents when they went to vote. I know I was excited the first time I went to vote. I've missed very few elections that I am aware of since I was able to vote. Though I was not always as informed about what I was voting on as I am now.
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