On the eve of this important election, I can't help but think back to the first time I voted. I turned eighteen years old on September 25, 1996, just in time to vote for the presidential election. That year, it was Bill Clinton vs. Bob Dole.My voting location was my elementary school where I attended from kindergarten through third grade. In that place which held so many memories for me as a child, I stood there as an adult. As I waited in line for the polls to open, what I felt is difficult to put into words. I felt the weight of the future of our country resting on our shoulders, us, the voters. I felt so privileged to exercise the freedom that so many men and women have fought to defend. Voting is having a voice, and I was going to be heard!
What a great memory.
I have to say, now that I am older (and wiser?) and understand the ramifications of electing certain people for president, I am a little sick to my stomach with anticipation of what tomorrow may bring.
So tomorrow, I'm going to vote really hard for McCain, even if I have to stand in line for five hours.


