The Death Of Charles Manson - 2044 Words

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†¦show more content†¦Eyes heavy, wrapping my body tightly within my blankets much like a caterpillar as it is preparing its chrysalis, soon I would metamorphose into a superhero, villain, or whatever I could become in that euphoric transition from being conscious to sleep. Shortly after closing my eyes, reality became a nightmare. Imagine for a moment every firework on the fourth of July going off at once. Ears pierced by a violent shock wave, bed lifting off the floor, a feeling of momentary weightlessness as I was catapulted. like a race car being flung uncontrollably end over end before it scatters and disintegrates into a pile of twisted metal. No time to duck and cover, scream, or cry out in fear, blackness! Eyes struggled to open, the world around me blurry, dark, spinning. â€Å"Danny, Danny, are you alright?† I heard my mother ask frantically. Confused, startled, feeling like someone was trying to hammer a nail through my head, a warm and sticky fluid running down the side of my face, my eyes gradually converging on my surroundings. Still in shock laying silently on the floor, from my vantage I could see into the kitchen. On the floor in the center of the kitchen, laying on its side disemboweled, contents that should have been on the inside were strewn about the floor surrounding it. A grotesque sticky mess of entrails, leftovers from last night’s dinner. As if dead, it lay silent, still seeping fluids, milk and juice were still trickling down the side of its