An Election Story

The deed is done. I have voted.

My plan after work was to go vote and go to Curves (or vice versa), but since this was my first day back at work in a week, I felt exhausted by the end of the day, so I exercised my right to vote, but not my body. Actually that's not entirely true, since I walked to the polling station.

As I was walking to my polling station I was thinking about the first time I went voting; not the first time I voted, (1996). It was back in 1982 and I was four, so obviously I couldn't cast a vote, but my parents could, and took me along with them to the polling station (on the Musqueam reserve).

For weeks my parents had been telling that on this day we were going voting. Except I didn't know what voting meant, but I knew what boating meant, so I thought we were going boating. I was very excited since I enjoyed the water, and had been on a boat before. And I knew our polling station was on the banks of the Fraser River, so even more reason for me to believe we going boating.

Well, you can imagine my disappointment. Needless to say I was totally unimpressed with this whole voting business, and cried the whole way home because I didn't get to go boating!