Monologue – Angie DePompeis

When my brother and I were younger, my parents would take us to Blue Mountain Park on the weekends during the spring and summer. My father would barbeque while my mother would watch my brother and I play on the playground. But my favorite part of those trips was after dinner when my father would take my brother and I to the pond to find turtles and catch frogs. My brother would get bored easily so he normally would return to my mother at the picnic table and played on his Gameboy. However, once my father taught me how, I loved catching frogs, even though my mother would never let me keep one. Usually, when I tell people frogs are my favorite animals, they are appalled. They ask me: How could you like something that is ugly, gross, slimy, and has warts? I can never really give them a straight answer; I just love frogs. I suppose frogs remind me of my childhood, a time when I did not care what people thought and my family was always near. Now, people’s opinions matter, I do not live with my family, and Central Park has replaced Blue Mountain Park. The only thing that has stayed the same is my love for frogs, these undesirable little creatures that I find so beautiful.