When I was 7 years old, I was visiting my grandmother on vacations. She lived in a city no so far from mine. It was a poor neighbor and the streets wasn’t paved. We were in the store looking for some food to the next day’s lunch and suddenly it started to rain. There was a heavy rain and soon the streets began to get flood. When it stopped raining the level of the water was roughly 50 or 60 cm. Fortunately, the pavements of the neighbor were very high and we could arrive to the house along those. I never felt in danger or afraid. Moreover, for me it was a very fun situation. We didn’t get wet and the weather was mild and a little dump. The flood only affected the main street, so my grandmother’s house wasn’t damaged by the rain.