My earliest memory was when I was 3. I woke up in the middle of the night. I was in my parents bed but they weren't there. I got out of the bed and began to walk down the hall to find them. Then I realized that I was walking in about 2 inches of water. There was water everywhere. I made it to the living room. I saw my dad and a bunch of people lifting the furniture to put it higher up so it wouldn't get wet. The carpet we had in the house was red. I was very confused about what was going on, so I asked "Who spilled all this red kool-aid everywhere?" My parents turned around and looked at me and laughed hysterically. It was one peaceful moment in the chaos that was going on. They finished with the furniture and grabbed me and ran out of the door. By then the water was gushing into the house pretty bad. We got into our truck and tried to drive down the street. It was slow going the water was getting pretty high. We went to the only neighbor that had a two story house. We asked if we could stay there. He let us in and the rest of the neighborhood was there as well waiting out the storm. Our house was messed up pretty bad and my parents had no insurance but luckily they found a way to repair the house. I thought that was a strange first memory.