I'm Starting To Lose Count...

The first was, ironically enough, when I was about 8 years old (1966) in Tennessee where I grew up.  Nothing big - felt a shake, saw lampshade move.  Some of the department stores downtown (yes, it was a long time ago) had their plate glass windows shatter.  Still, not big deal.

Fast forward to 1994, January 16th, 4:31 am.  I'd moved to Los Angeles the previous September and was looking forward to having a paid holiday for Martin Luther King, Jr. day for the first time.  I had the day off, all right, but it wasn't as planned due to the 6.7 Northridge earthquake.  Scared the **** out of me, I don't mind telling you.  The building wasn't just shaking, it was jumping.  I have since read a great deal on earthquakes and know the difference between a strike-slip fault and a thrust.  Northridge was the latter (google it, if interested - there are some neat graphics showing types of movement on different fault types).  For weeks I was terrified everytime I got into an elevator, went under and overpass, or parked in a parking structure (esp. one underground).  Since then we've had several that I've felt - I quit counting.  We had a 4.4 that woke me up a few weeks ago and we felt the 7.1 in Baja on Easter Sunday.  Weird to say, but you get used to it.

imabear imabear 51-55, F 1 Response Apr 16, 2010

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I was watching the World Series in CA when the screen went blank and I was wondering what happened. Then the picture came back and they announced they had just suffered an earthquake and had to stop the game. That Northridge quake was devastating. I saw that double decker bridge just flatten all those people on the bottom bridge, what a way to go. Those people in that apartment building on the ground floor that were instantly killed when the 2nd floor became the first. I'll never forget those images.

Good to know that eventually you get used to it. I've visited CA many times and I have yet to feel one.