When I was 13 or 14, my mom took me and my siblings to a Trump rally in Marion County, Florida. The event was held in the Southeastern Livestock Pavilion, a venue primarily used for rodeos and horse shows. I remember the ground being covered in a sticky orange sand, for the horses.

Before we got in, we waited for hours in the sun outside, to get into the livestock pavilion. my brothers, 9 and 11 at the time, pooled together money to buy a rubber Trump mask, being sold out of the back of a man’s truck. None of us knew much about politics, just that this was a funny guy and that we liked him.