My First Earthquake


Okay, so it’s the first one that I actually felt. Last night, around 3:30 a.m. there was this huge boom sound. I woke up and thought that there was an intruder in my house. It sounded like someone breaking through a door or window frame. So, I woke up and turned on some lights and let Henson run through the house. There was no one, so I double checked the locks and went back to bed.
Today, I came to work and eveyone was talking about the earthquake. Oh!!! That’s what that was! So, I felt all happy that there was no intruder, and all fascinated by the concept of earthquakes.
People at work were sharing about the 1989 Earthquake, which I don’t remember. Earthquakes aren’t very memorable when you’re living in Minnesota!
This made me recall when I was 5 years old and a tornado ripped through White Bear Lake, MN (where I lived at the time). It was a small tornado, but it ripped off part of my neighbor’s roof. I was young and scared…yet strangely fascinated.
I guess that’s what natural disasters are…very scary, but strangely interesting at the same time.