HANOVER, New Hampshire (CNN) - Politics for Cary Lerner has become a family affair.
"This is new. Since it's new for me, they haven't grown up with it," said Lerner, referring to her two children, ages 11 and 21, who have accompanied her at the site of Wednesday night's Democratic presidential debate. "It's new for all of us. So we're learning about this together."
A newcomer to politics, Lerner, a resident of Chester, New Hampshire, is backing Sen. Hillary Clinton, D-New York.
"The last six years have been such a disaster that I just felt that I couldn't hold back any longer. I needed to become involved in the process because you can't complain if you don't at least try to do something."
Lerner says her political opinion has been shaped in part by her husband's experience at work.
"We need someone who's going to lead this country in a better direction, Who's going to regain our credibility in the world. My husband travels Internationally, and our standing across the world with the regular people in other countries is at an all-time low right now."
– CNN New Hampshire Producer Sareena Dalla
//I just felt that I couldn't hold back any longer.//
I dont think this person is alone. There will be a lot of people who normaly dont vote that will be voting in this next election. Good job GOP just created a lot of new voting democrats. If you dont think this is a true statement ,well, we see in the next election. Dont be surprised the color voting map of the states blend in with the ocean.
The Medieval Ages
I can't believe my days of being a squire are almost over! Sire Luctor will grant me knighthood on the 10th day of the new moon. Then I will serve my lord.
The day is here. I will dress on this morn and fall asleep a knight. I walk into the grand hall, my whole family is there, and Sire Luctor stands there towering waiting for me. i kneel before him, all of my years serving him flash before my eyes. The crowed roars as the serf hands Sire Luctor his sword. He sets the sword upon my shoulders, blesses me, and I am a knight.
My tour was almost over when the bugle sounded. I rushed back to my post where 2000 of our best men now stood. They were coming. Our kingdom had anticipated the day our neighboring kingdom attacked. We fought, oh we fought, but we were not strong enough. Those of us who survived were held captive. Fifty years of my life have been spent in this cell. They say tomorrow I will be executed. But before I die, I will put all of my few belongings into this box and bury it in hopes that some man will find it, and finally know what really happened here.
My father walked into the room, hung up his coat, popped off his shoes, I could tell something was wrong, he had tears streaming down his face. Something was very wrong.
I had never seen my father cry. My mother ran up and hugged him as hard as she could. We were a black family living in a white man's world. Papa told me that one day we wouldn't be spit on , yelled at, and segregated. I hope he is right. My father sat down and my mother plopped me on to her lap. She said that daddy lost his job and we would have to make some sacrifices in order to survive. Something called the stock market had crashed and we lost a lot of money. Later that year Momma got sick and died. Then our country went to war. My father said he was leaving to join the army and at the tender age of 16 I would have to find a way to survive on my own. I am going to put into a box all the things I hold close to my heart and bury it. Hopefully someone will find it and know what really happened.