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Who remembers voting days when we were young?
I thought they were great because we got A DAY OFF SCHOOL as they used our school hall as a polling station. These days they don't close the school, just the hall. Poor kids!
It all seemed very exciting too. Cars with loud speakers blaring out going around the streets (never seem to see that now, is it banned)? Sometimes a colourful double decker bus full of people and balloons would come through and I'd want to ride on it (never got the chance of course), then there were other people coming around the doors with free stickers and flags and posters. Ofcourse I didn't understand what it was all for, and I didn't care! Freebies and a day off. What more can you want?
I sometimes went along to the polling station with my parents too. Even that seemed like an adventure, tootling along to the little portacabin set up for the purpose, where grown ups went in the little cubicle to mark something secret. Very intreguing! Oh it's all so dull and depressing as a grown up!
I thought they were great because we got A DAY OFF SCHOOL as they used our school hall as a polling station. These days they don't close the school, just the hall. Poor kids!
It all seemed very exciting too. Cars with loud speakers blaring out going around the streets (never seem to see that now, is it banned)? Sometimes a colourful double decker bus full of people and balloons would come through and I'd want to ride on it (never got the chance of course), then there were other people coming around the doors with free stickers and flags and posters. Ofcourse I didn't understand what it was all for, and I didn't care! Freebies and a day off. What more can you want?
I sometimes went along to the polling station with my parents too. Even that seemed like an adventure, tootling along to the little portacabin set up for the purpose, where grown ups went in the little cubicle to mark something secret. Very intreguing! Oh it's all so dull and depressing as a grown up!
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