Different ballots, shared community

Growing up, I always went with my parents to vote when election season came around. It became something that I looked forward to, going with my parents to see democracy in its purest form. However, this year I didn’t go as a spectator; I went as a participant, a factor in deciding America’s future. Walking in to vote at a Maple Heights polling station, I was nervous as I wasn’t sure what to expect. I went during a slow period at the polls, but there was one thing that I did notice: I was the youngest person there. My spirits were instantly lifted after I told them it was my first time voting; the two women at the desk announced it to the polling room, prompting cheering and applause from other voters. After that warm welcome from the community I grew up in, all worries about the voting environment faded away. The only thing on my mind was the ballot. This election was pivotal for America’s future, and America spoke.

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