It just now dawned on me that today (what's left of it) is the 15th anniversary of the Northridge quake. FIFTEEN YEARS! I lived 3 miles from the epicenter, so it was quite a shake. Here's a few memories of mine:
Waking up in the air above my bed when it hit. Literally I was IN THE AIR.
The smell of gas. I'll never get over that smell.
The sounds. The sound of crashing stuff. The sound of the house shaking. The sound of the earth moving.
The darkness. With no power, and it being 4:30am, it was very dark outside.
The water in the alley. No water main breaks caused the sheer flood of water we had in the alley. It was the water from everyones swimming pools that turned the alley into a river for those first few minutes after the initial quake.
The happiness of finding my dog after thinking the chimney might have fallen on her, since she slept underneath it.
Those are just a few of my memories. What are yours?