Hawai'i Preparatory Academy

    65-1692 Kohala Mountain Road

    Kamuela, Hawaii, 96743

    Copyright 2018

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    April 8, 2017

    I was born in rural Vermont, and I grew up on a farm.  One of my most significant childhood memories growing up in Vermont was "Frog Pond" out in the field next to the barn.  It was a symbol of time for me, my own childhood clock, ticking the seasons away.  As a young child I could gauge what time of year it was by the status of the pond.  In the summer, cattails grew along its edges, providing me with swords, canes and magic wands.  I could tell when it was fall because the pond would disappear under all of the leaves that would suffocate it.  In the winter, the water would freeze over, giving way to my first instrument; one in which I would play by throwing rocks onto the frozen ice and listening to the music that I had learned to create.  But my favorite time of year was springtime.  Long after the snow had melted, bullfrogs the size of my father’s outstretched palm would wake from their sleep, and soon the eggs would follow.  Millions of them, so many frog eggs were laid in this pond that they covered every square inch of surface from edge to edge.  Each spring I would gather several tupperware filled containers of these eggs, and put them in a large tank filled with water from Frog Pond in my living room.  The next month was a whirlwind of excitement, restless days at school, impatient to get home to see all my eggs, to see how they were growing and changing inside of their own little worlds.  I didn't have the words to describe the excitement I felt as I saw the first few grow eyes, and then as I witnessed their little black dot-bodies form a tail curled up around them. But nothing could compare to the day in which my little-legged tadpoles began to jump.  I was as proud as any 6 year old mother is, when the day comes in which they realize their children have grown up.  I would take several trips that day, carefully placing two or three of the frogs in a bucket full of water, and then trudging out into the fields, back to Frog Pond.  Frog Pond is a semblance of my childhood, and my innate love for learning.  It is a reminder to me that the sometimes frustration I may feel with school and grades and expectations, they're not the real thing.  The real thing, the real learning, it all started with Frog Pond.  Frog Pond is a symbol of the purest form of wonder, one we are all born with, and one that sticks with us throughout our lives.

     

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