I left something out of my last post. Let me correct it by saying, being underage isn’t so bad, unless you are underage in a time when there is a monumental election of change coming and you cannot be a part of the democratic process.

I sat last night, slack-jawed and tear-eyed, watching Senator Barack Obama speak about all that I believe so fiercely in. I sat there, cursing my age, because I want to have a part in this change. I want to ensure that my country and my freedoms are protected; that no more of the youth of America dies in an unnecessary war, that my retirement is guaranteed, and that every man and woman has an opportunity to achieve their dream.

I’ve always wanted to go back to the 60’s and witness a revolutionary period in America’s development. Forty-some-odd years later, I am able to witness the effects of that revolution and maybe, just maybe, the start of a new one.