Originally we are from NY but in 1960 the family moved to Rhode Island because our father's job brought us there. We lived in beautiful contemporary house on 3 1/2 acres. Behind the house there were woods that went on for miles, we never found the end. David was 9 and I was 10. We discovered a small pond that had many bull frogs in it. We heard of a way to catch them without actually reaching for them.. we used a cord with a bent piece of coat hanger shaped like hook, on the hook we put a piece of red cloth. The frogs would see the red and snap on it. We went there regularly and caught many frogs. Sometimes we put them in our pockets and took them home but always returned them in good health since we didn't like killing animals. The pond had a natural rock wall on one end that had small caves which were frog size. There was a frog that rarely came out. He was huge, the size of a grapefruit. We dreamed about catching him and tried countless times waving that red cloth on the outside of his cave. Couple of times he snapped at it but we suspected he would never be caught. David and I talked about it often, both of us thought it would be something to catch him but it would also be terrifying since he was so big. It was one our greatest enjoyment going there but one day it came to an end in a horrible way. Our neighbor Joey that was David's age got a 22 rifle for Christmas and went to the frog pond and killed all of them, including the huge one. That was likely the saddest day of our young lives. There are so many stories I have about living there, I’ll tell them here sometimes. I’m 67 and I believe my best childhood memories were there and for a few years after we moved back to NY.. before Steven got sick. We only lived there 1 ½ years.