This is a photo of me after I voted for Keisha Bottoms, at my voting precinct. 
Election Days are times of pride and happiness for me. My parents often expressed the importance of voting all throughout my childhood and adolescence. I can still remember the first time I went to a precinct, back when President Bush and Senator Gore were running for office. I remember wanting to vote and being unable to, because of my age. This made me very upset, I was an American citizen, so I wanted to vote. My parents told me that I ought to be grateful because some of my ancestors never got the opportunity to vote; one day I would. The first I time I ever voted was back when President Obama and Senator McCain were running office. I was ecstatic that my Candidate won, however discovering people in my close circles voted differently or not at all was a downer. Back then and even now a lot of my peers said that my vote doesn’t really count so it’s not worth time and trouble. These days I strive to participate in every election especially the local ones because they affect me more. My friends complain about Marta being too short, I laugh and say you should’ve voted. I may not be able to directly make laws and choose what gets written up or off. But awareness of my politicians locally and federally is powerful tool. With this knowledge, ultimately what happens in Atlanta and America is something I DECIDE.
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