It was a nice Sunday morning, and I was just getting done with my paper route. I lived in Seattle at the time.
I was riding my bike home, and heard two loud booms. I didn’t think much about it. I thought maybe some kids were lighting off fireworks. When I got home, my parents were up. The TV was on, and the news was talking about the eruption.
My Dad was trying to reach his parents, they were in Yakima. He could not get through, and was very concerned.
We spent the day glued to the TV. It was surreal that this was happening in my backyard.
