Earthquake as Perceived by My Daughter

Early one morning in 1973, my then two and a half year old daughter climbed into bed with my wife and me. I got up to go to the kitchen to brew our coffee. While I was in the kitchen, an earthquake shook our San Jose, California home. I rushed back to the bedroom to ask if they had felt the quake. My daughter said she did and asked me to do it again.

What a sweetie!

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