I remember Election Day, 2008. I was twelve, and very interested in the election. My dad had voted absentee, being in the military. His vote for Obama went to Minnesota. My mother was part of the 32% of South Carolina voters that voted for Obama. School was out that Tuesday, and my mom, brother, and I went to a fair while Dad worked. We went after Mom finished voting. I think it took her three hours. The fair was fun. There were a lot of cool rides, and I won a clock bear. It was for counting down to the beginning of the 21st century. I've never gotten it to work. On our way out of the fairgrounds, somebody was passing out those little plastic American flags that you wave at parades. My brother and I each took one, waving them exuberantly until we reached the car. I believe it had begun to drizzle by then. While in the car, we listened as Mom made plans over the phone to meet Dad at Chic-Fil-A. Our pockets were crammed with candy from one of the stands at the fair. By the time we got to the fast food restaurant, our pockets were empty, and the backseat was littered with brightly-colored candy wrappers.
Dad was already at the counter when we got to Chic-Fil-A. We reached him and quickly ordered. The girl behind the counter cheerily took our orders and mad small talk with us about the election. When out food arrived, after ascertaining that we had honey mustard and salt, I helped bring the tray of food to an empty table by the window. While we ate, we chatted about our day and speculated about the outcome of the election.
When we got home, we all changed into our pajamas and got ready for bed. Mom had left for a birthday party of her friend's. My brother played video games, as he usually did to occupy his time. I went on Youtube and looked up all of the videos about the campaign- all the speeches, the commercials, the music videos. I wanted to be as educated as possible about this turning point in history. I knew that it would be a turning point, because it would either be the first female vice president or the first black president. I was excited. When I finished my Youtube spree, I went downstairs to see what my dad was doing. He was looking at a picture of the United States on his computer. Some states were blue, some red, and some yellow. He told me what each color meant, and let me examine the percentages so far for the election. I was pleased to see that New England, a place I often thought of my favorite section of America, was entirely democratic in the election. I was also glad when I saw that Washington D.C. was 92% for Obama. It was obvious that Obama was winning. Dad put the news on then, which displayed the states that each senator had won so far. He told me that I had to go to bed. I begged to stay up, and that I wanted to see the result. Dad said that if Obama won Ohio, he would definitely be the president. I sluggishly trotted upstairs, waiting at the top step until he announced that Obama had won Ohio. I cheered, and then went to sleep.
When I woke up, the first thing I did was to check the computer. Excitedly, I went to our homepage, . Just as I had expected, a picture of Barack Obama was displayed, along with an article and a link. I grinned and clicked the link to see his speech. I watched all sixteen minutes of it. When I went downstairs, I saw that Mom was doing the same thing on the TV. Dad had had the sense to record it for her. I watched the whole thing on DVR, including McCain's speech. I remember how happy I was that Obama had won. It truly was a milestone in America's history.