In 1972 I was in the second grade at Sunrise Drive Elementary School in the Catalina Foothills school district in Tucson. At the time, the Foothills was a newish but rapidly expanding, affluent suburban area of the city. My parents, liberal Canadians, were certainly in the political minority of the neighborhood.
So anyway, presidential election! I have only the vaguest memories of it. We had a fake election in our grade at school to get the kids excited about our magnificent political process, and it was a real eye opener for me. The students, naturally at that age, simply voted for their parents' choices; you can't expect seven-year-olds to have independently informed political opinions, after all. The results: all but two of us voted for Nixon. In addition to me, only one other classmate voted for McGovern*!
I remember being absolutely shocked. It's not an exaggeration to say that it was a life-changing experience, a veil falling, as it were. I clearly recall, however, feeling neither embarrassed nor ashamed.
*I don't know how I knew, but the other vote was from my friend John Bergan, and if it's not too great an invasion of privacy, I believe he's the second John Bergan down here. Hi, John!