The Life Of An Ice Cube

How we were born?

I was born.... a couple of hours ago. 

I woke up in this tray. It fit me perfectly and it was quite comfortable. Albeit, I could barely move.

Well, not barely, I can't move at all. 

However, it was all that I knew and I wanted to know more. What was this cold dark room I was in and what was outside?  

As I was in thought I didn't realize that there was some chit-chatter happening in my tray. The others had started forming basic conversations. I guess these were my siblings that I would have to spend the rest of my life with. 

Because they seemed like people that I should get along with, I tried to start a conversation with them. 

At least I tried before I heard a heated argument coming from my left. I decided to eavesdrop. 

"What are you talking about, that wasn't how we were made, you're so stupid!" 

"Then how else were we born? There's no explanation!"