My First Pet

The first pet I ever had was a frog. The story of my pet frog started in fourth grade. My teacher, Ms. Long, ordered frog and crab eggs for us to take care of for science class. When we received the eggs we put them in little tanks in the back of the room. Over time, the eggs hatched and we had anxiously swimming tadpoles and lazy crabs filling the tanks. When we were getting close to finishing the science experiment, the tadpoles had grown into frogs, the crabs were still their boring selves, and Ms. Long said that with our parents' permission we could take a frog or crab home as a pet. I asked my parents if I could have a frog and after a little thought they said I could. I could hardly wait to get my frog.
After what seemed like a long time, the day finally came. Before it was time to go home for the afternoon, Ms. Long gave out the frogs and the crabs to the people who had asked for them. Waiting quietly at my desk, I was listening to the names of people who were being called up to get their new pet. Finally, my name was called and I received my frog. The small frog, big-eyed and slimy, was the coolest thing I had ever seen at that point in my life. I showed my frog to everyone and felt so proud that it was mine. I put it's tank on the ground while I was standing outside waiting for my mom to pick me up after school. That was a big mistake. While I was talking to some friends, a younger child came speeding by and kicked my tank with all his might. It was an accident but I didn't care. I was very angry and started yelling at him. He looked scared and took off. I hope he didn't kick anymore animals while he was fleeing. I was afraid that my frog was hurt, but it turned out to be OK.
I took my frog home that day and kept it in the computer room. After a while I got it a new, larger tank. I fed it little frog pellets everyday but it still stayed fairly small. The worst part about having the frog was cleaning it's tank. Luckily, my parents helped me with that. After about a month, I decided to get rid of my frog. I didn't really mind because I'd had it for a while. I took it out to my backyard one day and let him go. For the next few years I occasionally saw a frog around my house and I still today believe it was my frog. If it was, it had grown to be very large. So, even though I only kept the frog for about a month, it still stuck around and came to visit every now and then. I guess that means it really like me.