Back in Alabama when I turned 18 and was old enough to vote, I recall my Father taking me to the polls. They had these little ole ladies in the room and a ton of booths with curtains. My Father requested to go in with me since it was my first time voting and now when I think of that day I can only laugh out loud. Because he made sure I knew who I was voting for and why.
Every since that day I paid attention to the news and election day and knew how very important it was and that my vote did count.