The first time I ever voted, I was nine months pregnant with my daughter. I had been eligible to vote for a few years, but politics just didn’t really interest me. Then the prospect of becoming a mother changed a lot about how I viewed the world, and it made me want to do what I could to make sure it was a good place to raise my child. That sparked an interest in voting, which I have done ever since.
Now my daughter is almost twenty, and she will be voting for the very first time. Even if she wasn’t voting for the same guy I am, I would still want her to exercise her right to vote. Too many people take for granted the freedom we have to take part in shaping our government, they become disillusioned or apathetic, and simply tune out. I just think about all of the people in the past who fought, and sometimes died, so that I would be allowed to vote. They gave me a gift, and it’s my responsibility to cherish and use it.