The reason I know this date is because we were heading to the polling place to vote for Walter Mondale for President.
I was only 8-years-old, but I remember clearly the feelings of that afternoon. Mom was jubilant. Excited. Proud. She was voting for a female vice president - Geraldine Ferraro. This was big.
I think she may have even been a bit teary. Maybe my hazy memory is just upping the drama. I really should ask her about it.
She was voting for a woman in a presidential election, can you imagine!?
The only talk I can recall is her teaching me not to tell anyone who you're voting for; it was a secret. And my elementary-school brain LOVED secrets.
Anyway, she was so happy we might have gotten a treat at Dairy Queen afterwards, but, again, I might just be making that part up.
I am beyond excited/proud/jubilant to take MY girls with me to vote in November. We're voting for a woman president, can you imagine?!