I was laying down on the couch in my parent's front room (I don't have any power in my room right now) and my mother was asleep on a chair across from me. We were both asleep, but we both were awakened at 9:45 am to one of the loudest booms I've ever heard and a bit of shaking. I guess my dad was in the family room because he came in to the living room to see what had happened. He went to the front door and then went outside when he looked out and saw that a bunch of our neighbors were outside as well. A lot of us first thought that it was a large explosion, but later on it had turned out to be an earthquake. It turned out to be a 2.8 on the Richter Scale and it had started in a town about two miles south of us called Mannington.
I read up a little more about it on NBC's website, and along with the information I already knew, apparently New Jersey gets about two or three small quakes in a year. I had never knew that because most of the quakes are apparently up in North Jersey. The town I live in is in South Jersey, near the Delaware Memorial Bridge. I was talking to my ex-fiance about it, and her father had told her that Pennsville hasn't had an earthquake since he was in high school.
So yeah, my first earthquake, it was pretty darn weird.
I read up a little more about it on NBC's website, and along with the information I already knew, apparently New Jersey gets about two or three small quakes in a year. I had never knew that because most of the quakes are apparently up in North Jersey. The town I live in is in South Jersey, near the Delaware Memorial Bridge. I was talking to my ex-fiance about it, and her father had told her that Pennsville hasn't had an earthquake since he was in high school.
So yeah, my first earthquake, it was pretty darn weird.
Heh, thank ya.
