4 - Cecylia B: A Core Memory

Week #4 - The escapee One of my interesting core memories was the frog escapee at my grandma's house. I know it sounds really weird but let me go more in depth. One faithful weekend I went to my grandma's house as I usually do to visit both my friend that lives near her and my sweet grandmother herself. Me and my friend were just enjoying eachothers company in the backyard until we both had the bright idea to catch a frog. My grandma's backyard has a creek right behind it so this wasn't out of the norm. So naturally we started to lift pots, rocks, and anything that looked like it could have frog under it. Eventually we ended up finding this little frog that was really cute and just holding it and just messing with it. I wanted to keep the frog as my pet so I told my friend to wait for me in the kitchen with the frog in her hand so that I could get a little container and poke holes in it for it. I ended up putting dirt, water, and leaves in the container so the frog could have a little “habitat”. Where was my grandma during all this you say? Well she was upstairs watching La Rosa De Guadalupe so there was no way she even heard us. That is her show and there is nothing you can do to get her attention when she's watching her show. Anyways, I come back to the kitchen with my friend waiting there for me and I open the container for her to put the frog in it. I either was too slow while closing the container or she just didn't have a grip on the frog because when I tell you that frog flew, it flew. It started to jump all over the place, from the counter, to the cabinet, to the counter again. We were scrambling everywhere like dummies trying to catch this frog and honestly it reminded me of the scene from Princess and the frog when the frog hunters were trying to catch Niveen. Then all of a sudden it was nowhere to be found. Me and my friend got on our hands and knees trying to find this frog but we still couldn’t find it anywhere. We ended up giving up on finding the frog and we both came to the conclusion that the frog will either shrivel up and die somewhere or we’ll magically find it later. That was not the case at all. My grandma was making her evening tea and then all of a sudden me and my friend heard her yell my name from downstairs. We both looked at each other probably thinking the same thing and we booked it downstairs. The frog was on the microwave door. Lets just say she was not happy, we let the frog go outside and ended up having to explain everything to her. That day I learned not to bring frogs in the house so I don’t advise you to either. Word count: 507