"When we were kids back in the early 90's, we never had toys. But we loved going over my uncle's house in Espanola, New Mexico because he had a big piece of land for my brother, sister, my cousins and I to run around on and make adventures. He also had this awesome metal and wooden Radio Flyer wagon that we loved to load up with stuff to take with us. Some days it would be lunch, drinks and snacks, and some days it would be stuff to build with or old blankets to make forts. I'll never forget that awesome wagon; we used it for everything. Now that I have children of my own, I hope to be able to afford a new sturdy Radio Flyer wagon for them to make some awesome memories with. The brand is great and the products last for years. "
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"We have lived on a dairy farm for 37 years in Southwestern PA and raised our three sons. The entrance into the farm was a coke-ash lane, approximately 3/10 of a mile long, lined with silver maple trees. Our youngest son, Chad, who was around five years of age, was very inventive with his wooden Radio Flyer wagon. My husband has always been very fond of Airdales and their unique personality. We've raised several during our years of dairy farming. During Chad's childhood, we had a dog named, Chip, who was only happy when he had a corn cob positioned tightly in his mouth, his form of a pacifier. Chad enjoyed pulling his wagon in and out of our lane with Chip, the dog, happily walking along side with his corn cob tote. Well, the one day, he had the idea to fill his wagon with dried cobs of corn from the corn bin and then tie Chip to the wagon. It's remarkable how many things kids can find to tie with discarded binder twine, in this case, the dog. Chad plopped himself into the wagon with the corn, took the corn cob from Chip's mouth and then proceeded to throw a corn cob ahead of the wagon. Chip with his obsession to have that corn cob in his mouth, would run to pick up the corn that Chad had tossed ahead of the wagon, and each time that the new cob was tossed ahead, Chip would instintively drop the old one from his mouth to fetch the new one. So whala, new transportation in and out the lane, along with his dog, his Red Rider wagon, a load of corn and a very happy five year old. "
I was born and raised in a small coal mining town in PA. Of course my dad worked in the coal mine so my parents couldnt afford to buy a radio flyer for us kids We would go to my grandparents in Gettysburg every other weekend. It was so exciting because we would go to the battle field. However my best part of the wekend was going in my grandpas garage and pulling out the old metal radio flyer. I would go up and down the driveway pulling my dolls in the wagon. That was in the early 60s and the red radio flyer was all metal except the tires. It was such fantastic memories i bought a radio flyer to pull my children around. Then bought one to pull my grandsons around. When they outgrew the wagon my grandsons used it to pull around their "special" rocks bugs, pine cones. Anything they thought was special. Three generations have loved and enjoyed great memories with the red radio flyer