When I was child, I lived in Japan for four years. The first quake I experienced (a very small one) scared me out of my wits. I immediately went running for Mama. After I survived that shock, when the earth shook, I just worried a few minutes. I was was old enough to understand a big quake could not be ignored, and the small ones — those were just warnings.
Gloom, Doom And Despair (via That Mr. G Guy’s Blog)
13 Sunday Mar 2011
Posted in Japan

