Little Wooden 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. :)
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"I always remember my Radio Flyer wagon I had growing up. The one memory that is clearest to me is when I was six, my older brother Darry talked me into taking my wagon down a big hill together. At the bottom of the steep hill was a huge canal. We were at the top discussing our run plans and debating who would sit up front and steer. My brother suddenly stopped arguing with me and gladly agreed that I would be in the front and steer. We started off and gained tremendous speed, just before the bottom Darry bailed off and let the wagon and I take the plunge. He did assist me in getting out but my Radio Flyer was gone. I begged my parents for another one but time passed with no such luck. Later in the fall, out playing, I noticed the canal was empty. I ran down the hill and to my surprise the wagon was still there. I recovered it and took it home. My father cleaned it up and I was back in business. I was relieved to have it back and learned that brothers can lead you on and if they give up easily on an argument, there is probably an underlying plan. There was many more great memories in that wagon and I have made sure that my kids got a Radio Flyer! Your friend, customer & fan, Cody Hutto"