Growing up we are all told that if you want to become the President of the United States that you can. Being the President of the United States was not something that I ever thought about, nor was it something that I thought I would be well suited for. However, out of nowhere, my chance to be the President of the United States happened (well, sort of).
The year was 1980. I was in fifth grade and recall one of my experiences as a happy Girl Scout. It was a Presidential election year, and as Girl Scouts, we were learning about the process of running for office. It was the Jimmy Carter versus Ronald Reagan election. As an assignment, we were each given a candidate to represent and convince others that our candidate was a worthy choice to be our president. I was given the Independent party candidate, John Anderson. I knew nothing about this person and took the challenge on of finding out all I could about him. Even though I knew Anderson probably would never win, I went into the assignment with respect for this person, for the office, and for President Carter and Ronald Reagan. What a different time it was than where we seem to be now.