In 1992, after Bill Clinton was elected President of the United States, my fifth grade teacher made the whole class write letters of congratulation to him. Clearly she was a communist.
Anyway, my classmates and I used our best penmanship to express our hopes for the future under President Clinton. Oddly enough, none of us had the foresight to write about maybe not eliminating welfare for the poorest Americans, so you can blame us for that.
Here is my ten year old self being a policy wonk:
Dear President-elect Clinton,
This is what I expect of you as President (just a few reasons):
I would like you to work especially hard on the economy. I live in Seattle, Washington and the loggers are losing jobs. I am NOT saying people are more important than saving endangered species like the spotted owl.
I would also like for you to send more troops out to Florida to help people build their homes.
Now I guess I will tell you about myself before I go on. My name is Meagan and I am ten years old, and my birthday is on June 10.
My parents voted for you. If I could vote I would vote for you, too.
Okay, back to what I expect of you. I want you to help fight crime and to stop the sale and use of illegal drugs.
I really hope you will write back to me. (My address is on the bottom of the page.)
P.S. When is your birthday?
As you can see I have clear policy ideas as outlined in my desire to create jobs for loggers without murdering any owls AND my birthday is on June 10 AND apparently I hate illegal drugs! YOU'RE WELCOME BILL CLINTON.