I was going through some old papers and I found a story I had written many years ago. The writing isn't too grand and there are mistakes, but I thought some of you may enjoy it!
The Incident I’ll Never Forget!
Five A.M. Yes, it sure does come early. You probably think I am going to work at this time or something. But, no I don’t. I’m a tired teenage girl, a sophomore in high school no less.
Well, the reason I get up at this time in the morning is to go to a religion class called seminary. It is held at the church and starts at 6:15 in the morning. You know how long it takes a girl to get ready to go somewhere, and especially in the morning with she’s tired.
With two other sisters getting up at this same time to get ready, and you know all the things we girls have to do to beautify ourselves so that we just might have one or two guys look at you once in a while. Well, you really have to be organized, like taking turns in the bathroom. Putting on makeup can be quite a chore, as you have to put it on just right and to do that it take time.
About an hour after I got up I finally got my turn in the powder room. This certain day I didn’t have very much success on putting on my mascara. For some reason it just wouldn’t go on correctly. Talk about troubles! I had them then! Nothing worked.
Finally I got that over with. Time now to brush my teeth. I opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed my toothbrush. I picked up the mint toothpaste and squeezed it onto my toothbrush. Running a little bit of water on it I looked into the mirror. Being in a hurry I started to brush my teeth vigorously.
All of the sudden I felt the floor move. In my mind I thought of one word. Earthquake! For a minute I didn’t think it would be a very big one so I kept on with what I was doing. The ground was shaking even more. I could only register in my head to do one thing. So, I swallowed the mint toothpaste. It burned all the way down until it hit my stomach. And even then it still burnt. The next thing I knew, the light were out. I was so frightened that I ran to the doorway to my mom and dad’s room. From the doorway I leaped into their bed and landed between my father’s legs. I clung on to them and yelled, “Daddy I’m scared!” I hid my head in the covers. For some reason being by my dad and hiding myself into their covers I felt safe.
At the time I took a hold of daddy’s legs he was trying to get out of bed. After finally fighting me off he made it out of the door.
I followed mom out of the room and found my dad again. I took a hold of his clothing at the shoulder and hung on for dear life. He called across to the other side of the houst to my two sisters and told them to stand under a door frame. He then turned to the rest of us and told us to do the same. Soon everyone in the house was terrified and especially me. It soon quit. We asked Dad if we should still go to seminary. He told us to go.
The earthquake felt like it lasted at least three minutes. But, the news reporters on TV had told us different. It had only lasted one minute. On the ricter scale it registered 4.5. For the next two months, I was still scared. We had aftershocks that were pretty bad. This incident was one I’ll never forget. Being able to go through an earthquake like this was a terrifying experience.