October 1,1987,was a terrifying day for me. It was 7:30 on a Thursday morning in Mexico. I was alone because my parents were out of town. Suddenly,the room started to shake. Some dishes fell to the floor. I did not know what to do,so I got under a table. A few minutes later,I came out and tried to turn on the television ,but the electricity was off. After that,I tried the telephone,but it did not work. Shortly after,the neighbors came to see of I was all right. Finally, at about 9:00 A.M.,the telephone rang. It was my mother from Mexico City. She was more frightened than I was.