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"When we were little, it was for Christmas then like it is today for some: girls get dolls and doll clothes; boys get Radio Flyer wagon to ride in, battery-operated fire engine, push-pedal metal cars, etc. When my parents died, we looked in the huge closets in the garage and found the red wagon and, of course, my brother claimed it as his own, even though I got to use it when he got too big and moved on. I guess he was right: our parents bought it for him. But I was very upset when I found no toys for me or my children. I already had the only dolls my mother saved for me. There was just a huge hole in my heart. Then I had my own boys and, of course, bought them a WAGON! I was ecstatic, but with multiple moves around the state, we were forced to give up things and pack up. The WAGON had to go. The hole was back in my heart. My 80-year-old neighbors asked me to search online for the red steel wagon for their grandkids, and I found your site. Imagine my glee at reading the stories and WOW, I could win one! I know I'm 66 years old, but I work in the garden a lot and could use it to move plants, dirt, little rocks and, of course, to give me a ride down a small hill every now and then! My kids are grown and have no children, so I'm the only one left to play. Will you let me?"
"On February 25, 2014, my five-year-old son, Jaxon, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. One of the happiest things he had in the hospital was a red wagon to ride in, but it belonged to the hospital. I had friends ask me what I wanted to help out during hospital stays, and my response was a red wagon. Before we left on March 1, Jaxon had his own red Radio Flyer wagon. During radiation therapy, we moved into the hospital with our red wagon, and loaded it up weekly to go home. Jaxon also had the freedom of riding down the halls in his own personal wagon that made travel and outings easier. We still have the wagon, and are now sharing little red wagon with fellow patients."