I was a freshman in high school. I remember waking up thinking my mom was shaking me by the shoulders to try to get me up because I was late for school or something. But it was the earthquake that was moving me around. I remember jumping out of bed and going to the door and watching my bookshelf open up and fall. All my freaking books and cd's just crashed. I remember hearing other stuff in the house breaking too, like the dishes in the kitchen, pictures in the hallway, etc. What was freaky was that I remember looking down the hallway from my room and actually SEEING the floor move in a wave like motion. Omg. It made me sick. And it lasted FOREVER. Omg. I had time to watch everything happen, sit down on the floor, brace myself, watch the waves move the ground and call out to my mom during the quake that I was OK and not to move until it was over. Remember that? How it shook REALLY hard for like 15 seconds and then slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwlly, almost like a rocking chair it came to an end. Omg. It scared the living daylights out of me. My mom ran to my room and my dad was in his office down the hallway at the time and he was like, "UMMMMMMMM....WE HAVE NO MORE WATER IN OUR POOL!!!"
Ugh. That was so crazy. And I remember going outside afterwards to see how our neighboors were and seeing dead birds that had fallen from the power lines when there was a power surge, alllllllllllll over the street. And car alarms going on, house alarms, everything.
We turned on the news and the newscasters were trying to compose themselves. While we were watching them, about an hour later there was a huge aftershock. Our garage had a HUGE crack in it.