I grew up catching tadpoles in nearby ditches and ponds and setting them aside to miraculously transform into frogs.
We would dip our hands in the dirty ditch water and come up with a slimy little tadpole which we plunked into a waiting and clean pickle jar. The murky jar would sit on our counter and life would evolve within its glass walls----for all the world to witness. We were fascinated by them.
And I still am.
My kids have caught tadpoles up in the local high mountain lakes but never "raised" them like I did. They were so surprised to find that just down the driveway they could catch some of these wriggly little creatures for themselves.
Again I marvel at how much I forget from my childhood. I cannot remember what we fed our tadpoles in those big pickle jars. Nowadays we have the internet to answer such queries and found that they love plain old lettuce.
In fact, they munch little holes in the lettuce leaves and we can actually listen to them munching at the top of the water's surface.
They're only just sprouting their tiny legs now.
Ah, thank goodness for kids who let us old, forgetful adults into their worlds to remember bits of our own childhood...