In an unspecific month during my fifth year. Something remarkable happened on the way to the bus stop. I was living on an Island in the Pacific Ocean. The sun had not yet risen, and purple hues along with a warm damp clinging in the air was everywhere. I had never walked to the bus stop alone. I had never been to Kauai before this past week. I had not seen my mother for four years before now. She said to me, "keep to the path, JB, it will take you straight to the other children waiting.". Scared, and unsure, I made my way hesitantly. Halfway there, I heard a wave of sound pushing towards me through the tropical forest. A noise I had never head filed before, and loud as thunder. I froze, and thought of racing back, but my stiff legs wouldn't work, and I could barely breathe anyway. Tremors convulsed and racked my small body. Gagging, I threw up. Then... I was down and forfeit. I had fainted as the alien force approached me and the unearthly chorus enveloped everything. Frogs, as far as the eyes and ears could fathom. As I sat up, and timidly shook them off of me, I giggled for a second, and then I wept uncontrollably. There were audible car sounds looming in the distance. So I made my way to the highway as the too late sun broke free through the dark green wet canopy with no humor. Along with cars, and laughter, there was the distinctly familiar sound of what I thought was popcorn being prepared. Although, I was careful not to crush the croaking amphibians on my way to the bus stop. I apparently was the only one that cared enough too. Because, when I reached my goal with a relieved sigh? It was a massacre as far as my morning sharpened eyes could see from left to right, and from there to here. I said to the young toothless girl closest to me, "Excuse me, but where are all of these frogs going?". She said with an agitated and knowing tongue clack, "Home, Barney, join them.".