...in the ditch across the street on the outskirts of Sugar City. My parents were shopping in Rexburg. My sisters were 9 and 11. The neighbor kid's teenage sister came over and picked him up, saying the dam broke and took him and left us. I figured I knew how to swim, and remember thinking that it would be ankle deep. We continued playing until my parents came tearing down the dirt road, waving their arms out the window that the dam broke and we had to get out. We jumped in the car and were about to leave, but my sisters were crying about leaving our dog and the rabbit, so dad went and grabbed them while my sister pulled some grass and dandelions for the rabbit to eat.

Went to my grandma's in Wilford, and dad went back to turn off the power in the house, and he got out about 5 minutes before the flood hit. Turns out, he could have stayed in the house upstairs because our house stayed. My bedroom was in the basement of the split level home, and had it hit at night, I would have been killed along with my parents. My room looked like a mud filled snow globe that someone shook up.

During the clean up, we lived in the dorms at Ricks college for the rest of the summer. I was living there when I was baptized. I have lots of vivid memories about the flood.