By Natalie Helms
He cranked the dial to an 8.0. A full, terrifying, epicenter 8.0.
“Oh, crap.” I thought the earthquake simulator maxed-out at a 7.1 magnitude on the Richter scale.
I tightly gripped a nearby handle. Stared straight ahead. “This is not a ride; this is an experience,” said a stern automated voice.
And then the shaking started.
Forty-five seconds of uncontrollable movement. Nearly a minute. Felt like eternity. I slid out of my…