We lived in a suburb of Milwaukee back in the 1960's. No sidewalks and not the smoothest streets to walk on. My sisters and I would often play with other children who lived down the street and one time I remember, my youngest sister fell and hurt herself while playing. I went home as quickly as I could and brought back our Radio Flyer wagon, rolled it from our house to where my sister was sitting on the grass in pain and gently loaded her into it. While not the smoothest ride, our prized wagon was the perfect "vehicle" to transport her back down the street to our house where she could get comfort and care.