But after harassing various anti-voting friends and work colleagues for the past several weeks, both Trevor and I felt compelled to squeeze it in somehow, and am I ever glad we did!
What an exciting experience it was to arrive at our local community centre and be
Simon came with me into the polling booth, and wanted to know who I was going to vote for. “The party that I think will do the best work for children and for the environment”, I told him. He then wanted to know which party was red, blue, orange and green. I pointed to the relevant names on the ballot, and explained that we needed to choose between orange and green this time. He wondered why not blue, and I tried to formulate a very diplomatic response that left things open to interpretation, but still clarified – in no uncertain terms -- my own personal opinion.
I asked Simon which colour I should vote for, green or orange. He became very serious, and wanted to know a little about each of the two options. I gave him a brief synopsis of the highlights of each party’s platform, then he took my pencil, and made a mark next to the appropriate name.
We folded the up the little slip of paper, marched over to the table, and cast our ballot into the box. Our neighbour smiled at us on the way out, and wished us a pleasant evening.
Regardless of the outcome of this election, I am glad we voted.