Sondra,
     I didn't fly fly in a plane until I was 18 at which time the four prop 
airplane had two engines that went amuck and shut down.  The ocean came later 
in life....I didn't see it until I was 22.  The first earthquake was the same 
year.  I lived about a mile from the ocean, when I was awaken in the middle 
of the night and had a compellling urge to go to the water.  I fought the 
urge until about 5 a.m. when I fianlly got dressed and went down to the 
beach.  I sat there wondering what on earth it was that drew me there.  The 
sun was rizing and it was particularly beautiful, so I assumed that me be 
what the urge was.  About that time the earth starting shaking, and I had the 
fear of God in me.  I grabbed for what I could and held on until the shaking 
stopped. When I finaly caught my breath, I relized that I had two hands full 
of sand that I had grabbed ahold of.....I ended up laughing, thinking that if 
it had been a really serious earthquake, those two handsfull of sand wouldn't 
have done me much good as I slipped into the ocean .
                                        Patti
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