Firefighters
Once upon a time, I was saved by firefighters. It was about 20 years ago. I was eight; my sister was three. The month was January — a time for rain. In Southern California rain doesn’t fall regularly, so when it falls it wreaks havoc on land not accustomed to soaking it in. This means flash floods and mudslides, or any number of other things. My favorite uncle and his family lived in Spring Valley back then. Whenever our family…