We adopted our daughter HJ from South Korea when she was 1 and 1/2 years old. Soon after she arrived, my husband got her a two-seater Radio Flyer red wagon with the seats that fold down. From that day on, HJ and her wagon were pretty much inseparable. We used the wagon to help her go to sleep when she was still adjusting to the nighttime routine. We strolled around the park with HJ and her new best friend Andrew. We used the wagon to take HJ to a summer concert. We took the wagon when HJ went trick or treating for the first time.
Fast forward to today, and seven-year-old HJ and her little sister Lila are still asking Daddy to pull the red wagon out and go for a walk around the neighborhood. It seems that some things never change, and sometimes you just don't want them to because the memories that they bring are so wonderful.
