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"When we were stationed at the Naval Air Station in Millington, TN, we lived in a subdivision near the base back in the late 70's. While out walking in the neighborhood one day, we noticed a discarded Radio Flyer with old and broken wooden rails ready to be picked up on garbage day lying by the side of the street. My ex-husband being the handyman that he was looked at the wagon parts and said he could easily transform the wagon to look like new again. With permission from the owners, we gathered the wagon parts and headed home. Our thought was that the wagon would be great for my parents, who always had a huge garden each summer, to use in gathering the vegetables. Little did we know at the time what an impact the "little red wagon gift" would have on my mother. The wagon was repaired, painted, polished and shined to look like new and carried to Mississippi for the presentation. When we unloaded the wagon my mother almost wept saying "I always wanted to buy one for ya'll, but we could never afford one." Needless to say,that little wagon never made it to the garden. At Christmas, she always loaded the wagon with Christmas wrapped boxes and put it on the front porch with her other decorations. After she passed away, we gave the wagon to our daughter in Pennsylvania to use through the years with her four children. To this day, she still has the wagon and to quote her, "I will never get rid of the "Little Red Wagon." "
Let's go back almost 30 years to my First Birthday. Grandma H. gave me a wooden red radio flyer wagon that year and I couldn't have been more excited my Mother said. She would pull me around the farm during chore time and on country walks in the evening. Fast forward about 5 years and I now had siblings in which to pull around in the very same wagon. Jump 5 more years and my older brother and I were now using it as our "race car" on the driveway. We would take the sides off of it. Then we would have one person sit on the wagon with the tongue up against the front so they could steer it and the other person behind pushing it down the driveway. Sometimes we even got a little crazy and use the ditch sides for more speed. Around the same age and until I was a bit older I would also take the wagon and construct what I would call "cat condos" and place my kitty's in and pull them all over the yard. These condos had blanket ceilings and walls and were typically bedded with grass clippings ha ha ha. boy those cats sure tolerated a lot of bumping around in my little red wagon. Even our puppies came along for the ride sometimes and the whole ensemble would end up in a family photo or two. Fast forward to now, I am almost 31 years old and I still have my beloved little red wagon. It has seen better days, but it is the most played with toy I still own. I now have two children of my own (1.5 years and 7 months). I am currently in the process of redoing and fixing my little red wagon so that my boys can enjoy it just as much as I did growing up on the farm. There are a few things that need some serious repair and it needs some new paint, but i have it all broken down and ready to be refurbished into its former glory. It will soon be ready for another 30 years of laughing children playing with it. :)