Leap frogs have always been a species I despise. When I was a kid they scared me; my mom used to around the home with a bucket in hand trying to cage them in the bucket. She too harboured a certain dislike for them. And anyway, they are ewwww.. I mean frogs.

The other day, I saw her sitting by a pond and conversing in her little way with those very leap frogs. It seemed to be a pretty civilised-happy-friendly conversation from where I was watching.

Yuck!

My mom grew beyond her dislike, the frogs also grew beyond their natural instincts. It was me, who remained a kid all my life and did not learn to grow.