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"When I was a little girl, we were very poor and always had hand me downs of shoes/clothing/socks, the neighbors were always very kind and even gave my family food. I had the sweetest Kindergarten teacher, Mrs Filmore. We lived next door to a Mom/Dad and Little girl her name was Patty - she was about 6 years old - I was the youngest of 6 kids. I was 4 at the time. Patty got just about anything she asked for, and for her 7th birthday she got a beautiful Radio flyer Red Wagon, I was so excited to see her playing with it, and she came over to our yard one day and said can I put you in my wagon and take you for a ride, I said let me ask, so excited with joy I ran in the house - my Mom said yes, oh how I loved that ride, I felt so happy and excited. Whenever she was outside I would watch her and she had so much fun with her wagon, I said maybe someday we can get one too, we never did, however the memories have always put a smile on my face. Debbie from Michigan lived on Annipolis St. in 1960"
"My first wagon ,when Santa brought it, I was so happy--we were very poor at the time. I was 7 years old. I shined that wagon, put my dolls in there. I felt as if it was my first car. Christmas would not be Christmas unless everyone had a red wagon, or even shared one. Now I am 54, looking for one for my grandkids. My oldest is eight, I waited so long, I've been very sick. I am not going to live long, I am on a fixed income and need a wagon, maybe Santa would send for a 3 year old, 5 year old and an 8 year old, but one big wagon would be fine. Without a wagon under the tree, life has no meaning for Christmas. It's a tradition, Merry Christmas , happy red wagon dreaming."
"My story is how God used the Radio Flyer Wagon to free me of a difficult part of my life. You can find this story on my blog... www.bellareaux.com Here is the scene, I have this beautiful customized Radio Flyer Wagon. It is completed with dual canopies in the “Whirl pattern” along with seat pads and storage compartments. It even has speakers for my MP3 player and on the sides, the plaques carry my name…Shannon. The wagon unfortunately is loaded. The contents of the wagon are unfamiliar to me. I am not sure how they all got in there. I just know that to keep them in all in, I have had to use bungie cords, duck tape, and at times, I have even taken the necklaces from my jewelry box and fashioned chains to hold all of this stuff in my wagon. It’s heavy. I admit it. It’s heavy. What’s worse, is that it is getting heavier every day and I am getting to the point that I cannot pull it anymore. There are times that I sit down in front of my wagon and look at it, I try to think of ways that I can shift the contents around, that I can rearrange it, that I can make it look better. You now it’s a pretty wagon and the way it’s all shoved in there just isn’t pretty anymore. And then it happens, someone walks up next to me with their wagon, and it looks different than mine. It looks like there is something in their wagon that they might need help with. It is messing up the way that their wagon looks. Everything else in their wagon looks in order except this one thing, maybe I could help with that one thing. Maybe if I took that one thing out of their wagon and put it in mine, which is already sort of messy, their wagon would look better. So I take it. I am not sure which bungie cord will hold it but that doesn’t matter, their wagon is back in order. And off they go, their wagon is lighter and mine is well, mine is. And then comes the worst, the abandoned wagon. I come up on a wagon that is just sitting there. It has some stuff in it, but it looks like it has some room in it. Maybe I could put some of my stuff in it and then my wagon wouldn’t be so heavy. Maybe I wouldn’t need so much duck tape. I will put some of my stuff in that wagon and it will be easier to pull two lighter wagons than one heavier wagon. Right? So I pick up the handle to the abandoned wagon and I start pulling it too. Now the load feels even heavier. Now both of my arms are really starting to hurt. I am near a park and a see an empty bench. I pull both of my wagons to the bench and just sit down. I put the wagons on each corner of the bench and prop the handles on each corner and I fall back into the bench. I am so tired that I curl up in to a ball and drift off to sleep. About an hour later, I wake up to find that both wagons are still sitting there, propped on both corners of the park bench. It’s the first time I have had a chance to look down into the wagons to see the contents. I cannot even see inside my own wagon because it is so loaded with things I have picked up along my journey and haven’t discarded. I know I can’t leave this bench without at least trying to lighten some of the load so I decide, I need to go through one wagon while I am here. My own wagon is too much to even start to handle so I look at the abandoned wagon and see what I can do.The wagon itself is pretty beat up. The paint is chipped off, the wheels have large gouges in them and the handle is bent. It has definitely been through the ringer. Inside the wagon, I find a package of hurt. I have this same package in my wagon. I am not even sure where my package came from to begin with, what am I suppose to do with this one? Should I consolidate them into one? No, that doesn’t sound like a good idea. It’s like mixing chemicals, you never know how they might interact. Maybe I should open it and see what’s inside. That’s what I will do, I will open up the package. Let me tell you, I learned a lesson, when you open up someone else’s package of hurt, be prepared. It’s not a pretty picture. SO a word to the wise, don’t open it. Put their package back in their wagon. They need to open it and deal with it. It’s not for you to do. So I decided to go look at my own “hurt” package. It took some digging. Digging was an understatement actually. The tape and bungie cords were so tightly wrapped around the wagon and the contents that I couldn’t get them off. I had to get wire cutters and scissors to start removing them. With each cut, things starting popping out. It looked like popcorn coming out of a Jiffy Pop pan. Stuff started flying everywhere. I was embarrassed. I started trying to gather it up as fast as I can and stuffing it back in the wagon. Were people noticing? Did people see this craziness? Wait a minute? Did I say craziness? STOP, hold the phone. This is crazy. And at that moment, I stopped and I fell to the ground and I let everything fall out of the wagon. It all fell. It was no longer popcorn popping. It was literally just falling out. It was falling all around me. And when I started picking it up and looking at the pieces, they were things I didn’t even want in my wagon. Hurt feelings, resentment, enabling others behavior, tiredness, long nights doing work that didn’t matter, patterns for masks that I thought would make me look better in other’s eyes, make-up kits to hide my tiredness, the power suit to make people think I was someone I wasn’t, the juggling balls, the keys to someone else’s responsibilities that I picked up because they wouldn’t, the lies that I began to believe because someone I thought loved me said them, the abandonment feelings I owned because someone I thought loved me fell down on their responsibility. And all this stuff was laying on the ground in front of me. Literally popped out. And the bungie cords, duck tape, and broken necklaces were on the ground too. No longer binding it all up. And the wagon, it was still next to me. But now, it was empty. I could see the pretty pattern of the cushions again. I could see the storage compartments, and I could hear the music from the speakers. Jesus said, Come to me all the weary and heavy burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 Luke 13:10-13 10 On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, 11 and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. 12 When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.” 13 Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God. My wagon had some scratches on it. It was scratched from where the cords had been so tightly wrapped that it couldn’t do anything but inch into the paint. Jesus could fix my wagon. So I stood up, I looked at the two wagons, and I grabbed the handle of my wagon. I left all that stuff laying there on the ground. And I pulled my own wagon. It was lighter. It was so light that I could skip with it. I could skip to the sound of the music. I was not stuck trying to manhandle it anymore. So I have a piece of advice, GIRL, pull your own wagon. And then you can stand up straight and be healed. I pray today, this encourages you to let go of some of the stuff you may be carrying that is not yours to carry. I can tell you it is a process. It’s not easy and does not come without resistance. But God is faithful. I am learning that God has the power alone to free us! "
"I first bought my daughter her little red wagon when she was one year old. Now she is almost 34 and we still have the wagon but it does need a lot of fixing up with new parts. I used it the first couple of years taking her on trips or testing. We were saving it for when she had a child and now she has a one year old son."
"My son D was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 3 months old. He was in and out of the hospital for 3 months. It was very stressful for him as he had to stay in the hospital bed and wasn't able to get off the bed. One day, a wonderful the nurse brought in a Radio Flyer wagon and offered to cushion it up so he can lay on it instead of his hospital bed. It was the best day of D's life. We were able to wheel him around the unit and even to the hospital cafe where he gets to look at something besides the boring hospital ceiling. He became so attached to it that he even took naps in it. D's brain tumor was removed 3 months later. He is now tumor free but still dealing with physical problems associated with the brain tumor. He recently just had 2 surgeries which affected his ability to walk. He would love to be able to sit in a Radio Flyer wagon again and go out for a stroll without feeling different from other toddlers who are able to run around. A Radio Flyer wagon will give him a chance to be just a kid!"
"When we were kids back in the early 90's, we never had toys. But we loved going over my uncle's house in Espanola, New Mexico because he had a big piece of land for my brother, sister, my cousins and I to run around on and make adventures. He also had this awesome metal and wooden Radio Flyer wagon that we loved to load up with stuff to take with us. Some days it would be lunch, drinks and snacks, and some days it would be stuff to build with or old blankets to make forts. I'll never forget that awesome wagon; we used it for everything. Now that I have children of my own, I hope to be able to afford a new sturdy Radio Flyer wagon for them to make some awesome memories with. The brand is great and the products last for years. "
"I love the little red fyer wagon I had with my son when he was small at our little home in Baldwsinsville New York. My son would be in the wagon along with his cousin and I would enjoy walks with them through our neighborhood as they laughed and had a good time sitting in the wagon."
"Cassie came into the world at 3 lbs -13 oz and spent the first several weeks of her life in a NICU . Today at 15 months old she is doing great and is looking forward to riding her RF tryke all over her Aurora , CO neighborhood for years to come ."
"The Estrella family has always wanted a Radioflyer wagon this past summer we were hoping to get one for the kids but I lost my job and money has been tight. We have a toddler and a 6 month old that would really enjoy it this coming summer but there's honestly no money to buy one. Radioflyer please make our wish come true and give the Estrellas a A cute little wagon... Sincerly, Jen"
"My son Steven, now 17, had a Radio Flyer wagon when he was a little boy. I have a picture of him pulling it in the snow and his arms are stretched out wide. That is one of my favorite pictures of him because he looked so happy. He used that wagon for everything. It took quite a beating so we got a new one and we got the trailer that hooked to the back of it. He was on top of the world with his new wagon and trailer. Little boys and red wagons. They just go together so perfectly. I miss those days and now want to do the same for my grandsons. I know they will love having one as well. I'm Granny and would love one for myself! Pulling my little boy in his wagon will always be a happy memory for me."