My dad would scour garage sales and flea markets for used, rusty, beat up Radio Flyer wagons. He would bring them all home and we would get started. You see we ran a preschool with many low income or single parent families. These families were struggling to make ends meet, let alone afford a wagon for their kids. So we started collecting old ones and bringing them back to life. Our "new" wagons were used for injured kids in casts, disabled dogs, and for bringing big smiles to lots of families. My dad and I bonded over the wagons, as did the families who got them!
