Tadpoles

In the springtime, when the rain fell, large pools of water would form in the low parts next to the cornfield. My brothers and I would hike up the hill carrying a bucket and check to see if there were any tadpoles yet. Most of the time there was, so using a small fish net, or just our hands, we filled the bucket with the small, slippery creatures. Then we would carry the squirming bucket home and put them in an old aquarium, hoping they would grow into frogs. One by one they died off. We never had any grow into frogs, but that didn’t discourage us. We always tried again the next spring.