In the school year of 2000-2001 I remember the day Olympia was hit by a tremendous earthquake. I was in kindergarten at the time, sitting at a little table, eating a snack with my favorite red teddy bear. We'd gone through the drill before; hide under a table, stay away from windows, but it didn't quite prepare me for the rush of fear i felt when i realized what was actually happening. My little heart started pounding profusely as I got up from the table and promptly ran across the room to hide under another. Even at the time I recall thinking this was silly.
We sat there waiting patiently for the directions from our teacher, our eyes peering wildly at each other from beneath the desks. This was probably the most exciting thing any of us had experienced, and it was both thrilling and dangerous, taking our breath away. Finally an announcement was sounded instructing our teachers to escort us from the building. A sea of hands and feet scrambled out from under the desks and we were then ushered into a sloppy line in front of the door. We were told to leave everything, that they'd bring it to us later, but i spotted my teddy across the room and new what i had to do. Slipping out of line, I weaved between my classmates as fast as my little feet would take me, seizing my teddy from the table and scurrying back just as we made our way out the door, my teddy safe and sound.
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