The summer of 1981: I had just finished high school.
My alarm clock emitted not a beep-beep-beep but a gruesome buzz. Set for 6am, my wake up time, I rose to hit the kill button.
That summer I had a job at Canadian General Electric (CGE). A high school friend's dad was a higher-up and pulled some strings -- this I guessed since he was the employee who interviewed me.
I popped-on the television in my bedroom. The Royal Wedding of Diana and Charles was in progress. My memory is that I joined in when the vows were being read.
That's it. I hardly paid any attention from that point on. I was a young man in motion, preparing for another day at the factory.