I moved to the bay area when I was a young child.
My dad was stationed at a base close to San Francisco. My sister and I loved going to the beach and we spent a lot of time by the water in San Francisco. The first time I ever experienced an earthquake was when I lived outside of the bay area. I remember the event vividly in my mind. I was hanging out with my friends and we were playing Atari. We stopped to get a snack from the kitchen. Joey’s mom was making us some pizza rolls and bagel pites. We were all standing in the kitchen when the water in the pitcher started to shake and wobble. At first it was a small vibration and then the whole apartment started to shake. It was violent and strong and I was terrified. My friends were scared too, but they were used to the ground shaking under their feet. I never felt an earthquake before I moved to California. After I graduated from high school, I went to a college in my home state of Ohio and I vowed never to return to the west coast again. Then marijuana was legalized for recreational use and I found myself wanting to check out the old neighborhood again. The thought of cheap and legal marijuana was really appealing to me. I packed up my car and headed west. My mom and dad still lived in the bay area and they were happy to let me move back home. I didn’t tell them that I decided to move for legal marijuana, but it was the primary reason I made the long drive.