Ever since I accompanied my mother to vote about a decade ago, I have been anxiously awaiting to turn 18. I remember walking with my mother into the polling place one sunny afternoon, listening as she explained what we were about to do. I watched her fill in her ballot and stood on my toes to try to catch a glance at the candidates’ names. I was envious of the “I voted” sticker she got when she was done, and I couldn’t wait to get my own sticker someday. As I grew older and began to form my own...