If I kiss this frog...

This picture reminds me of growing up. I used to have one of those big plastic kiddie pools and rather than swimming in it myself, I had a frog circus growing there.

I remember my grandpa had this little frog catcher thingy and he would take me to my aunt's house and catch frogs for me. I would stand at the side of the pond and point to which one I wanted him to catch. I vaguely remember him falling in a few times and the swearing that followed after he did.

I used to make the poor captured frogs jump through hula hoops and everything....good times.

I find it kind of sad that you really don't see that many frogs around these days. Let alone frogs that let little boys hold them in their hand like this.