Letters to the Editor

Linda Paschal: A serious vote

My memory of the first time I was old enough to vote is not who I voted for or even the year. Instead, I remember my emotions of that special day.

At first, I was thrilled and a little nervous, but my excitement changed to confusion when I was told all I had to do to enter was give my name and address. I wondered even way back then why I was not asked for some kind of ID. Yes, I had registered and my name was on the books, but how did these kind and friendly volunteers know it was really me who was standing before them? I felt my vote needed to be taken more seriously.

So my first voting experience memory has always been the emotional high I felt and then the crashing low that took me by surprise.

Linda Paschal