When I was eight years old, good friends came to visit us and when they arrived their toddler daughter was carrying a musical tin toy frog.
As soon as she cranked it up and the first notes of the lilting tune leapt into the air I was intrigued. It was in a minor key and I wish I knew its title because I would like to hear it again. Before our friends left to go home that day I asked if I could borrow the tin frog for a while so I could try to learn to play the tune it played on guitar.
The grown ups all looked at me like I was loony, then at one another and then asked Terri Jane if it was okay with her. She said "Sure!" with a cherubic smile and I spent several days learning to play the tin frog tune.
Now I want to hear it again, to play it on guitar again, but it's an old memory long gone now.