I was in my room, doing my 5th grade math homework. My window was open. My sister was downstairs, sitting on the floor using a typewriter. (For you young people, a typewriter was like a computer with no screen. You just put the paper on a roller, typed and pulled the paper out. Did you make a mistake? Nice typewriters had white-out keys. Google it.) Our parents were at the mall shopping.
The lamp on my desk started shaking. I thought it was the wind coming through my open window but I quickly realized it was not the wind when my sister started yelling my name asking what was going on. She said the tall bookshelves we had downstairs were swaying from the walls. Ummm scary. Being Betty by The Book, even at a young age, I screamed down to her "GET UNDER SOMETHING AND COVER YOUR HEAD." I should have earned extra credit in school for remembering what to do during an earthquake. In California, we had drills during school for this type of thing. That's how we roll.
When the shaking stopped (no idea how long it went for. I was 10, it would have lasted 10 seconds and it would have felt like a week), our parents called from a payphone (Young people, a payphone is a phone that you deposit a quarter in to use, usually found in public places. There were no cell phones in 1989. I don't know how we ever survived) and instructed us to go sit outside on the sidewalk, away from the house. We walked outside, I'm sure I was crying and sat on the sidewalk sitting very close together. I recall thinking that perhaps we should sit in the middle of the street in case the house falls on top of us. But then a car could come in our cul-de-sac and hit us so we stayed on the sidewalk.
My parents got home and told us that they were in Copeland Sports (kids, its a sporting goods store) and the whole mall was swaying to and fro. We thought the bookshelves swaying was scary. No thanks. I think I was scared of the mall for a while. We watched the news and saw the damage done in San Francisco and surrounding areas.
To add insult to injury, the earthquake interrupted game 3 of the World Series, in which the awesome SF Giants were playing the icky Oakland A's at Candlestick Park. The earthquake shook up (no pun intended) the Giants so much, they never recovered and lost to the
Anywoo, that wraps up my earthquake experience. Living in Northern California, we experience small shakers every now and again. I actually think I felt one the other night but didn't read anything on the news. I hope all you East Coast folks won't be traumatized by this. And if you are, you can write a blog post about it in 22 years!!!
Can I just point out that since 1989, the A's have been in the playoffs 7 times with NO trips to the World Series while the Giants have been in the playoffs 5 times with TWO trips to the World Series including the title in 2010. SO THERE.