My first earthquake was in South Carolina. My Mom was over and we happened to be sitting on the living room floor playing cards. The earthquake was tiny but since we were on the floor we really felt it. That was in the 70's.
It was my last one until 1989. I moved to California. We had little ones here and there. You could hardly feel them. Then I had just gotten home on October 17. The World Series game was getting ready to start and I had my panty hose half off and was on the way upstairs to change into my baseball watching clothes when the Loma Prieta earthquake hit.
It was a BFD at home and at work for many weeks. (I was living in Morgan Hill, CA and my job, at the time, was head of communications (internal and external) for the IBM lab at Santa Teresa.) The damage to my house was not horrible but it sure fucked up a bunch of stuff all over everywhere. And work was a mess. I did a buttload of communicatin' 24/7 for a while.
One of the best earthquake stories from that one happened at my boss's house. They had this tea cart on wheels in the living room and on the cart was a crystal decanter of scotch. After the quake, they found the stopper across the room and the bottle upside down on the cart. It was standing on its skinny neck with the scotch still inside of it. It was amazing. He didn't touch it for a long time because it was such a showpiece and he couldn't figure out how to get it upright without spilling the scotch.
We had aftershocks for days and weeks. I was dating a guy at the time who felt earthquakes before anyone else. He'd be standing in the kitchen and say Earthquake!! I'd yell 'What??' and just as he repeated Earthquake! I felt it. This happened over and over again. it was creepy.
Then I moved to Seattle. In 2001, we had Mardis Gras riots in the next block. That night, a guy was killed and lots of plate glass windows were broken in the neighborhood. At 11 am the next day, we got hit with whopper. Walking around my neighborhood - one of the hardest hit - it was hard to tell what was riot damage and what was earthquake.
I put up a web page with pix so my Mom and her friends in Charleston, SC could see. It's still up looking very much like a 20 year old webpage!
The best story out of that one was this woman I worked with at the time. She was an annoying little airhead/drama queen. The only damage at her house was that the pink potpouri in a basket on the back of her toilet fell to the floor and the quake shook water out of the toilet onto that same floor. It stained the tile pink. Every day - every single fucking day... we had to hear about her FEMA application (to replace the stained tile) and how unfair the federal government was. The company went under shortly after her application was rejected.
I think we had one very small earthquake about 3 or 4 years later. And then last night's.
That's it... so far.