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"I was sitting here at work when I received an email from my wife's adopted "dad". The subject line "My Little Red Wagon… Priceless" intrigued me. Upon opening the email it contained this link: http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1w48qPF5hc I watched the video intently, all the while smiling and thinking about my own favourite experiences with Radio Flyer. Mostly, I enjoyed pulling my daughter through our neighbourhood when she was a toddler (now 21). Apparently, those kinds of memories last a lifetime. "
"My son, Gunner, got his first Radio Flyer bike for Christmas of 2013 from his great grandmother. When he saw it being wheeled out to him he got this big smile, started jumping around, and screamed, "I got a quad! I got my own quad." So everyone starts laughing because he of course was wrong. We told him that it was a bike. His very first bike to ride and he got even more excited and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I got a bike! Mom, Dad! I got my very own bike to ride." So now every time he goes outside, he has to take his bike out to ride it around and collect flowers for Mommy in the little bucket on the back."
"My brothers and I always had a Radio Flyer red wagon growing up. Our sons always had one. But my husband had a modest upbringing in St. Louis, And never had one of his own. They're bright red. It's Valentine's Day. It's our 49th year of marriage. Today in his 70s, Mike finally got his own Radio Flyer red wagon."