I remember as if it were yesterday. I was attending St. James and oh what an experience. They filed us out into the play yard and we all stood and watched the cracks go up the side of the building. Little girls everywhere screaming and crying. The next thing I remember was someone finding me down in the convents flower garden just wondering around. LOL We lived out in Westlake at the time and what a mess the kitchen was. So many memories of such a wonderful life in SF.