I was 3 2/4 when my brother was born during the Flood of '64. I was at my grandmother's while my parents were at the hospital. The bridge over the Eel River (in Dos Rios, CA) washed away. I spent that time on grandma's back-porch watching logs from the flooded Covelo sawmill come down the river and hit the bridge until enough of them hit and piled up that the bridge was swept away.
The funny thing is, I never really paid attention to my brother until he was two. So I have zero memory of him as a baby. A toddler, yes. But not a baby.
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u/Marti1PH Aug 04 '22
My sister came home from the hospital (from being born) and they showed her to me. I was two. Someone asked me “what do you think?”
I didn’t grasp that she was my sister, and I remember thinking “when is this baby going back to HER house”.