To me, the worst element of an earthquake isn’t the fear, or the surge of adrenaline, it’s the feeling of being utterly out of control, being at mother natures mercy.
I can remember the earthquake very clearly, as cliched as it sounds, as if it was only yesterday. I don’t think I’ve ever been as frightened or terrified in my life. I can remember instinctively ducking under the table I was at, and the feeling of the world crashing around me as books flew wildly across the room. I remember thinking about my sister, my parents, my cat, thoughts flew though my mind. I even remember considering if the 2012 apocalypse had come a year early.