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"When I was about 10 or so my neighbors and I had such great imaginations. Not only would we play outside like everyone else but we made haunted mansions in the garage, made up plays and parades. When doing the plays or parades we'd practice for days and send out flyers to all the houses that were on our street for the date we would put on the shows. Our little red wagon always had a part whether it were as a table or a float. "The good old days!" "
"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 "