I was 18, the legal age to vote in the U.S. and proudly went to the designated voting location in my small town in Ohio, showed my voter registration card and driver’s license, walked to the voting machine and exercised my right to have the U.S. government hear my opinion through my vote. It’s an invigorating experience knowing you have done your part for democracy and freedom.
While I will always vote, research the candidates and their positions and learn about the proposed laws, there is a part of me that misses being able to vote in person. There’s camaraderie at the voting stations. Townspeople, neighbors, friends turn out there to also cast their ballot. People are excited over the anticipated outcome. Discussions are lively but never coercive, nor are you asked once you’ve voted who you voted for. That’s something Americans just don’t ask, all we care about is, did you vote. In short, it’s a piece of Americana – one more example of the American spirit in action.