And before you say that’s just a boomer thing, consider these comments from where I got it:
My Indiana elementary school in the early 80s too.
And before you say that’s just a boomer thing, consider these comments from where I got it:
My Indiana elementary school in the early 80s too.
I only lived through a handful of earthquakes in the 10 years I lived in L.A. but maybe I should have gone through those drills in my midwestern school, because my reaction every single time wasn’t, “oh shit, an earthquake, better get somewhere safe,” it was, “oh cool! It’s an earthquake! I wonder if it will be bad?” And then I just sat there like an idiot until it ended. Thankfully, it was never bad.
The only serious one i experienced happened in the morning; i was 13; i woke up and saw the fucking chandelier swinging; i started panickng, got my sister in my arms (5y), and started screaming for my dad an mum to get out (dad had already woken up because he felt something, but their bedroom only had floor lights) ; we were on the second floor, by the time we went down the roof had collapsed but the ceiling had held up fine ( only the half-rotten wooden frame broke, everything else held). I still have nightmares of waking up and seeing that chandelier swinging hard side to side.
One that’s bad in your location it lasts longer, so you have time to get past that and decide to get under so those swinging lights and buckling walls don’t land on you.
Otherwise, as a kid you might as well enjoy the thrill. Even if later on you discover lots of people died innearby towns. (1971 Sylmar quake earthquake, I lived 50 miles away.)