The Sylmar Quake was in Feb. 1971, the 9th if I'm not too off. It was my first, I was 5 1/2, and sleeping when I was awakened by the sliding closet doors banging together. I worked out that we were having an earthquake and prepared to go back to sleep. Then my father an into the room, slammed the door open, and yelled "It's an earthquake! Get on the floor!" and ran back out. He scared me so bad I fell out of bed, then wouldn't let me go back to bed for several hours.
My mother's story is pretty good too, her bed actually moved across the room, then moved back, and Dad went to the door and asked her if she had felt it. She looked really innocent and said "Felt what?".
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