One of the fond memories of my youth in South Bend was tagging along with my father to vote. He and my mother always looked at voting as a sacred duty, something you wanted to do. When you went into the voting booth, which at that time was the old mechanical machines, and pulled those levers down, your vote counted. I was taught to vote because my vote was going to make a difference. I was led to believe that my vote was going to be recorded and tallied. I believed that when the voting was done on Election Day, the way I voted was going to affect our democracy.
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