I should have voted in '88 since I’d just turned 18 but screwed up and didn’t get around to getting registered in time.
So it’s Clinton in '92 for me.
Slightly off topic, but I was a gillion months pregnant that election, my overdue son was born two days later actually. So I show up to vote and the line is out of the building and wrapping around it for about a 2-3 hour wait. My immensely swollen ankles were not going to handle that well. So I stood in the back of the line, filling out my little pre-form on top of the ledge provided by the belly bulge, and suddenly, but quietly, grabbed my stomach and began panting. A few deep breaths and I checked my watch, then repeated about five minutes later.
Sure enough, the folks around me noticed and flipped, was I alaright and did I need an ambulance? I protested that I was still quite far apart and really wanted to cast my vote before going to the hospital. I was quickly escorted right to the head of the line, voted and was out of there in five minutes.
Just Massachusetts. Whenever “Sweet Home Alabama” came on the radio, I’d always answer, ‘nope, my conscience doesn’t bother me one bit.’
'92, Clinton. My first vote was the '90 Mass. governor’s election. I forget who I voted for in the primary, but I voted for Silber over Weld in the final. If I had to do that over, I’d have supported Weld.