So I felt my first official earthquake. A 7.2 centered in Mexicali. I think I'm a little over 100 miles from there. I was upstairs with Mom who was trying on jeans in her closet to see which fit her. We heard this glass shaking and then the house rolling and then my sis called out from downstairs that it was an earthquake. So mom ran down the stairs with me but she forgot her pants. At least she was safe. But from now on, I think she should always keep an extra pair of pants near the door just in case we get another earthquake.