Little Red Stories
My grandparents raised me and once they gave me a Radio Flyer wagon. It actually was for my grandmother and myself. You see she grew bachelor buttons by the thousands and sold them to a local florist. Since we didn't have a car she and I would take the flowers by "our" Radio Flyer to deliver them. This happened every Saturday morning for as long as the season lasted. I still have fond memories of delivering flowers. I later became a floral designer.
"From early on until I was about 9 and we moved away - which was some 40+ years ago now - my best friend was Shawn Stroh. We did everything together (he even asked to marry me when we were about 6). He had trouble walking - but as kids do, I ignored it and kept playing with him. I even took to walking pigeon toed like he did to make him feel better (I still walk like that today). Anyway, his parent were terrific. They bought him a very cool red wagon and I had him sit in the back and I would race up and down the sidewalks with him laughing in the back. Or we would just sit in the back and talk about all the important things children share. We were inseparable. We spent every minute of sunshine together. He knew my every thought and dream and I knew his. Shawn had Muscular Dystrophy and died in High School. But we had the joyous time together of laughter, talking and just sitting in that wonderful red wagon. Thanks for letting me share those precious memories."
Must. Have. A. Radio. Flyer. My daughter was not quite two years old when a little girl the same age moved in a few houses down in the Spring of 1989. She had a radio flyer with wood sides, big enough for both girls to sit in and have their toys with them as well. The two girls would share the flyer for walks in the neighborhood and play with it for hours. Then, in the early fall, the little girl moved away.... and took the radio flyer with her. My daughter was heart broken over losing her best friend AND the radio flyer. We decided that a wagon like the little girl's would make a good Christmas present! Where we lived, winter meant snow. For that Christmas Eve night, we got over a foot of snow. The snowplows did not come because of it being a holiday, so the sidewalks and roads were heavy with all that snow. The radio flyer was still in the box and this little girl could not believe a big wagon could be in that flat box. So at her insistence, without opening another present (for any of the children), we had to put the wagon together. And then put our snowsuits on and go out in all that snow around the block for its first official ride with the whole family. It was fun!!!