At the Fall Arts Festival we stumbled across the Voter Registration table and Michelle picked up her registration forms. Yay! She’s very excited to be a voter. I’m very excited for her to be a voter except that it means she’s going to be 18 and a real live grown up. But that’s another blog post.
I don’t remember the first time I voted… probably because I almost always did absentee voting. I was registered in SC and was always out of the country, I didn’t know anything about local elections. So. Yay. Voting was sort of underwhelming for me.
Do you remember the first time you voted?
When I read that she was going to be 18 I choked on my lunch. I vote for us not giving her permission to be 18.
Can you email me? I want to ask you a question.
Good for her! Can you believe that I did not vote until I was – I think it was 24 y/old?