I was in "The Other Valley" in L.A. I knew it was a big quake watching shit fall over at Candlestick, but never expected to feel it all the way down there. Surreal moment.

Then all the aftermath stuff, like the video footage of the tunnel collapse and the upper deck of the Bay Bridge, etc. I was a little too young for the Sylmar quake and though I loved quite close to the epicenter of the Whittier Narrows quake, there wasn't a lot of damage to our house.

I was walking to school when that one hit, stumbling as the visible waves in the sidewalk hit my feet, little trees planted in the right-of-way whipping back and forth so hard their tops were touching the ground.