In the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, farming was simply a way of life that had existed from generation to generation. One's life began before daybreak and ended at day's end. Toiling the soil, planting, harvesting and caring for animals was all in a day's work. During the 1950's, progress slowly entered into the valleys and hills of these mountain folk and the primary source for news and information came by word of mouth at the local church. Farmers exchanged the latest news of planting and harvesting while the ladies discussed recipes and quilt tops however, this was not all that was discussed at the House of Worship. As with any generation, the young folks used this time as a means of courting or gathering information on the latest trends and developments in technology. Holidays were always festive occasions, celebrated with any available fireworks and the discreet opportunity to sample the newest batch of moonshine that had just been run-off, especially for these occasions. Adding these together, you have all you need for an unforgettable day in the life of two young boys who always meant well but, somehow, things never tuned out the way they planned. Our journey begins here as we follow the lives of our two young hero's and where life on the farm would "never" be the same. Our story is written in poetic fashion that's pleasing to the young and the old alike and in the dialect of the people that remains to this day in our wonderful hills of the Appalachians.