Earthquakes and me. Living in Chile.

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I have been thinking about earthquakes after I read @cacay1 post about an earthquake in her country and comments about her post. I know that for me, life has been a sort of earthquakes and me ever since I could remember. I remember that when I was child I ran down the stairs 3 stairs at a time when I was very littlle and I, too, remember my grandmother always with her arms open to receive me. Maybe that happened only once, who knows after all these years, but the memory is as if it had happened yesterday. And I remember that every change of President in my country there would be a giant earthquake, as though the planet did not like changes. The last one I remembered as a related occurrence was a big aftershock of the earthquake in February 27, 2010. I was watching TV in March and the ceremony or the change of presidents with people from all over the world was to take place. And then the earth started to quake! I remember the then Prince of Spain was there. Cameras followed him because he was young, very attractive and very tall. And then, all of a sudden, this young man that had been raised not to panic started looking everywhere to see a way to run. I confess that his reaction helped me a lot and I was not as terrified as I usually was. I will not talk here about the greatest earthquake ever reported. It happened here too, it was a cataclism and if you want tto read the great Valdivia earthquake, it is everywhere. But it pains me to temember it still now. Nature gives us earthquakes, floods and hurricanes as a stepmother from a book. What do you dread most?