Beautiful Babies

"My story goes back many moons ago. When I was just a little girl of 6 years old. My Sister Helen, 7 years older than me. Often just pulled me around. And taught me how to steer. While pushing the wagon. Later she taught me how to push myself. One leg, on knee, in wagon. And push with the other leg/foot. Oh how fun that was. The wagon seemed so big to me. The wagon was not just for play. It doubled as a work wagon. For one every Sat. Daddy, Sis, my red flyer & me. Went to the market & loaded it with food supplies for the week. I mainly went along for the ride. I've written a poem about it, for my sister several years ago. She is gone now, as are my Daddy & Wagon. But those memories live on. It was a gift from Santa 1936, I was 5 nearing 6. Dorothy Fedorczak Adkins "

"This story is about my youngest daughter Samantha. When she was about 2 (she is now 21) we moved into a new house. One day I couldn't find her. We looked everywhere, in her room, her sister's room, in the basement, out in the backyard. We called her name and called, nothing. Now I am starting to panic!!! I went out the front door and around the side of the house by the neighbours and low and behold there she was!!! She had gotten her Radio Flyer wagon, a pillow and a blanket, pulled it into the driveway and took a nap!!!!! YES, she was sleeping in the wagon!!!! I was so relieved to find her. I didn't know whether to grab her and hug her or scold her for scaring the crap out of me!!! Before I woke her up I took a picture of her sleeping in her wagon. Now her girls have the wagon to nap in!"