It’s been 17 years since the quake hit the Bay Area. I remember that day quite fondly…
:::cue flashback sequence:::
I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework (when I said doing homework I mean reading my Highlight magazine). Then, suddenly the table began to shake. The potted plants that hung from the ceiling swayed back and forth. The pyramid stack of dishes in the sink crumbled apart. My dad and my brothers, who were watching television in the living room, darted out to the front door onto the lawn. I sat there in my chair in awe. My dad was outside signaling with his arms like a wildman for me to get outside. I jumped from my chair and ran to the front door.
Once outside, it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I could hear the car alarms going off on the streets. My neighbors were out in their yards as well. I remember my neighbor asking us the funniest question, “Hey, did you guys feel that?!”
“No shit Sherlock. Everyone with a pulse felt it!” That’s probably what I would of said if he asked me that now.
:::cue reverse flashback sequence:::
I was about 7 years old when it happen, and it was just a cool experience. To others, it was a frightening. Fortunately, the Bay Area hasn’t experience a large quake since. :::knock on wood:::