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By: Verline F. |  Setting: Detroit, Michigan  |  Date:  Sunday, October 23, 2016
When I was a kid I use to love my wagon. My sister would put me in it and pull me to the little convenience store or pull me with her bike. I also would sit in it with one leg out and use it and scoot with it using my foot. Then one day my Dad took over with it and it was GONE. He used it for fire wood, He used it for his garden. He painted it and kept using it for his needs. I think he even used it after I got married and moved out when I was twenty four.

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