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Oh, man, the Hong Kong Flu. I remember it vividly. I was eight years old and it was right before Christmas, when it hit my family. My dad was working out of town that fall and only came home on the weekends. Mom, me, and probably some of my siblings (I was the oldest and when I was eight, I had five brothers and sisters) were baking Christmas cookies. And between the time we mixed up the dough and were finished baking, (I was the last kid left standing, so I ended up baking the rest of the cookies myself), every one of us were sick as dogs. Mom, too. Dad came home and the house was like an infirmary, we were so sick. Mom kept dragging herself from kid to kid and set buckets by our beds.

Yeah. Fun times.

Laurie