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"One of my very earliest memories happened in 1931 when I was about 2 1/2 years old. My family was traveling from California back to Rangoon, Burma. We were on a ship in Yokohama Harbor. A family of fellow-travelers with chidren had a red Radio Flyer Wagon. They were very generous and encouraged my brothers and me to use the wagon. I was too small to handle it on my own, but my oldest brother who was 10 years old put me in the front while he sat in the back and guided the wagon. The boat was rocking slowly back and forth in the waves. When the deck slanted one way we would coast without pushing, then as the boat slanted the other way we would turn and glide up the deck again. I am now 86 years old and just recently a friend, to whom I had told this story, sent me a Little Red Wagon as a special gift! All through the years I have wanted my own Red Wagon, but never got one. Now I have one I will enjoy the rest of my life. Gene Bullock-Wilson, Carmel, California"