Memories of the great flood

I've been anxiously following news about the recent floods in the US Midwest mainly because they remind me of my own experiences with another flood: the so-called Great Flood of 1993. I remember that one scary stormy evening when my sister and I had to seek refuge in our downstairs neighbor's apartment when the tornado warnings went off and the winds picked up alarmingly. And then there was the most unforgettable sight, when we woke up the next morning, of the golf course across the street looking virtually like a lake: the creek nearby had jumped its banks during the night and spilled over into the golf course and our residential area. Luckily for us, our apartment building was on much higher ground and was spared from the rising flood waters.