My main memory of ponds and frogs is my mother explaining to my brother and several wide-eyed little friends that what those frogs were doing was 'having a cuddle, because it's cold'.

Very soon after that we went to some kind of very mildly amusing park or possibly stately home with climbing frames and so on, and a petting zoo mostly featuring rabbits. It all made me wonder how on earth anyone in Victorian memoirs ever grew up as innocent as they claimed what with nature being so educational all over the place.