Shira in a very busy and troubled

Shira Small9/7/16Ms. ShapiroEnglish Literature and CompositionWhat Ever Happened To?What ever happened to childhood innocence? The bliss of being unaware, unburdened, unaffected seems foreign now, faced against the responsibilities of getting older. This is coming from a 16 year old, someone who has disputably even entered adulthood, and if I am there it hasn’t been for very long. While it is natural that as we grow and develop we unravel the complexity of life, but maybe we might be a little bit happier if sometimes we could just tune it all out. We live in a very busy and troubled world and with maturation comes the task of acknowledging and combating those struggles. For instance, as one gets older they are honored with the right to vote, a large but daunting privilege. When deciding who we should elect president there are endless factors we must into account. This in of itself is a difficult task. Perhaps we don’t have the requisite information to make an educated decision. Or sometimes we have all the necessary knowledge but don’t like the candidates to whom that knowledge concerns. For me, as someone who has only recently become politically aware, it wasn’t always this way. In 2008, the presidential election was a vital, exhilarating piece of news on everyone’s mind. As with all elections it was exciting, but this one was groundbreaking given the historical success of a female and an African American candidate. Even in my little, Jewish private school we held a mock election for the Democratic candidates. The 8th graders put on a short show, detailing each candidate and giving us minimal backstory so we could make our most informed decision. As I headed into the makeshift voting booth, I had no doubt in my mind as to whom I’d cast my vote. There was a clear choice between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, all political stances and records aside. In my mind Hillary had already lived in the White House and experienced the glory of presidency through her husband, Bill. Then on the other hand Barack never had the chance to assume the position of head of state or live on 1600 Penn. And so, with that in mind I wrote down Barack Obama’s name on my ballot and happily cast my vote. In my mind it was a matter of fairness, of course Obama should get a chance because he’s never been president or near presidency before, so naturally he deserves to be elected. If I had to choose between two people to go down the slide, one who had been down and one who hadn’t, that decision was effortlessly clear. You choose the person who is new, and thus I voted for Barack Obama over Hillary Clinton. It was so wonderfully simple, and while I’m thrilled that now I have the resources and capability to make more informed decisions there is something utterly charming about my carefree conclusion to elect Barack Obama. Now, I don’t believe the world would be a better place if all our decisions were made by eight year olds whose primary concerns included when recess began or what flavor of ice cream to eat, but perhaps if we ventured into large decisions without thoroughly over thinking them those could truly be decisions better made. While I may have been happier back then, not doting on the situation’s significance, under that same logic I would have chosen Donald Trump over Hillary Clinton, and that is a world I have no interest living in.