"Hello my name is Kelvin. My memory of my Radio Flyer came just last year at the age of 32. When I was 2 yrs old my great grandmother gave me my very first wagon. I had played with that thing for years. I never knew what happened to it until last year my dad pulled it out of our old garage and completely refurbished my old Radio Flyer wagon . So as this wagon sits in my living room now as an adult I will have a memory of my great grandmother and my dad . "
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When i taught school, the children always would forget the lunches in the classroom. To solve that problem, one of my classroom dads redid his son’s wooden Radio Flyer wagon and donated it to the classroom. So for 18+ years that wonderful red wagon became our place to put students’ lunches when they entered the classroom in the morning. Then the “wagon master” would take it to the lunch room so all would have their food. I still have the wagon. It has gone through being played with by grandchildren, hauling garden items and groceries, pulling balls and play equipment around, etc. It has been refurbished another couple of times and is still going strong! LOVE THAT WAGON!