It was mid-December in the foothills of Georgia’s Appalachian Mountains. Winter had rolled in overnight and the temperatures had plummeted. The night before had been cold, but the morning was even colder. The cold weather had made the horses’ troughs freeze over. So, it was our job to go and break this ice, why? I have no clue, but it was. My two brothers, Ian and Eli, and I set out to attempt to finish this task before noon. My brothers were okay, but they are older brothers, so you know how it is. We started at the trough that was right in front of our house. This two hundred gallon concrete tank had frozen over with a 3-inch sheet of ice. Breaking this ice proved to be a bigger feat than had been expected. We did what any young kids would
