The Death Of Charles Manson

2044 Words Feb 2nd, 2016 9 Pages
Most people won’t remember that day because it never affected them, some people choose not to remember, and others… others are still shaken by the events of that day. What makes that day so memorable? Was it because Charles Manson was on trial for the Helter Skelter murders, or Ronald Reagan beginning his second term as governor of California, and what about me? I was your average eight-year-old toe headed blond southern California boy, (a real charmer) just beginning his day.
Like every other eight-year old boy living is southern California, I was still in bed that morning. RRRRRRRRRing, RRRRRRRRRing, RRRRRRRRRing, instinctively I reached over and flipped the little switch on the alarms top to the off position, thereby turning off the infernal ringing. The alarm was not a clock radio, cell phone, nor did it resemble any of the montage of electronic devices you can get today to gently rouse you from your nocturnal nap. It was a simple device, if you consider the devil packaged in the form of a small mechanical device with two obnoxiously loud brass plated bells set as his crown a simple device.
On that day like most days I didn’t want to get out of bed and yet, I knew if I didn’t I would have to answer to my mom, so… like every other eight-year-old boy or girl for that matter, acting responsibly and mature for my age made a decision to lay back down and get back to the important matter of sleep. What was the worst she would do to me anyway, my smile could get me out of just…

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