It’s always been a circus that’s true. I was 8 years old. 1980. None of my family was into politics. But 8 is the age where you start to realize there’s a world outside of your family and your classmates that’s REAL. And in the nightly news, I would hear about the THREE candidates: – Jimmy Carter, who I did a book report on, “The Peanut Farmer who became President” that year. – Ronald Reagan, who sounded like a fake John Wayne – and I did not like John Wayne. (He was mean to women and children in the movies and full of himself) and I did not trust his smile. – John B. Anderson, independent. Now at 8 years old, I doubt I had any of the political nuance, but I knew that he was the “dark horse” and I remember they would talk about what he thought was important and I liked what he said. It sounded very different than the other two guys. Then I felt bad when they prevented him from joining the debate. I wanted to hear him debate the other two guys. So that was me at 8 years old. At 12 in the next election in 1984, I wondered where the 3rd candidate was. There wasn’t any. Just two. Boring. At 16 in 1988, still two candidates, one of their wives drank rubbing alcohol and he dropped out if I remember right and of course Reagan’s VP won. Boring. It wasn’t until my first election in 1992 that it was fun. 3rd party was back just in time and I got to vote for him. Big ears, can’t remember his name now.

It’s always been a circus that’s true.
I was 8 years old. 1980. None of my family was into politics. But 8 is the age where you start to realize there’s a world outside of your family and your classmates that’s REAL.
And in the nightly news, I would hear about the THREE candidates:
– Jimmy Carter, who I did a book report on, “The Peanut Farmer who became President” that year.
– Ronald Reagan, who sounded like a fake John Wayne – and I did not like John Wayne. (He was mean to women and children in the movies and full of himself) and I did not trust his smile.
– John B. Anderson, independent.
Now at 8 years old, I doubt I had any of the political nuance, but I knew that he was the “dark horse” and I remember they would talk about what he thought was important and I liked what he said. It sounded very different than the other two guys.
Then I felt bad when they prevented him from joining the debate. I wanted to hear him debate the other two guys.
So that was me at 8 years old. At 12 in the next election in 1984, I wondered where the 3rd candidate was. There wasn’t any. Just two. Boring.
At 16 in 1988, still two candidates, one of their wives drank rubbing alcohol and he dropped out if I remember right and of course Reagan’s VP won. Boring.
It wasn’t until my first election in 1992 that it was fun. 3rd party was back just in time and I got to vote for him. Big ears, can’t remember his name now.
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