I remember going to the polls with my mom when I was younger. I remember walking into the booth, pulling the curtain closed and watching her vote her ballot. I remember the sense of accomplishment I felt when we received the “I Voted” sticker before heading home. My mom went to the DMV with me on my 18th birthday so I could register to vote. She allowed me to put up candidate signs in our front yard, even for the candidates she didn’t support.