I apologize if this does not belong here. I am posting this under emotions because of all the emotions, especially fun for some reasom, that I realized I was feeing as I thought more and more about this topic.
The time to vote reminded me of the golden days of yonder when it was voting time and I was a kid in school. I watched out the window getting my own education, nothing like the other kids who were paying attention to the teacher. I was learning that the strange cars coming and going all day belonged to adults I did not know, but they, as I learned later, were there to determine the future of the school districts, county issues, local government, other issues like they do what? vote for who they want for President, class president? no, hmmm, President of our country? REALLY? And my mom walked in the door a few min. ago. She's actually here to vote too? Not because I was sent to the principals office 3x last week for not paying attention? oh oh and who is that smacking the pointing stick onto my desk and yelling my name? Busted again, for getting my education from what's going on outside the school rather than inside the classroom.
So, I just took the reader down my walk thru memory lane that voting has had me thinking about. Now that I have dated myself, is there anyone else out there in DC land with similar memories?
WhenI got to start voting, I went to a booth after standing in a line then in secrecy with cloth all around me, I had to focus and remember my choices. Because I have a learning disability, years later, I got help when I voted. Plus the big reward…an I voted sticker to wear. So now I vote at home, without the help I need and no sticker. WOW! What a trip down memory lane.
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