Little Red Stories
Like many other kids growing up, our family had a Radio Flyer wagon. I was one of four kids in our family and probably remember the most about our adventures with the wagon. I remember getting it for Christmas when I was only seven or eight, at the time my youngest sibling was just born. We would bring this wagon all over the neighborhood and play with the other kids, some kids had their own wagons as well and this is what led us to probably the greatest adventure with our wagons. The street I lived on was long, straight, and steep with a sharp 90 degree turn at the end leading further down the next block. We would go to the top of the street and get in one or two at a time,sometimes three if we had a smaller kid, and start down the hill. In no time at all we were moving at full speed toward the bottom. As we got close to the turn we had to get the wagon lined up with the curb on the inside of the start of the turn so when we made the turn two things did not happen, we did not flip, or we did not take the turn too wide and end up in the pricker and thorn bushes on the other side. Now I will say that the street always had cars parked on it at points on both side of the street so steering the wagon and getting the turn right was a bit tricky at times resulting in many flip overs and lots of thorns being pulled out of our bodies, but if we made the turn we got to enjoy the longer ride down the next block. I lived at the bottom of the hill and our front yard was up from the street so if we got near the corner and a car was coming up the hill we would ditch up our front lawn by just steering up with the wagon, worst part of that was we would not get to the turn and have to start over again with the long walk up the hill. After some time, our wagon had its rear wheel assembly break apart while coming down the hill, after we crashed and cleaned the pebbles out of our knees and hands, we picked up the pieces and brought them home. When my Dad got home from work we told him what happened, we were all very sad since we thought the wagon would have to get thrown out, but little did we know, my dad took it to one of his friends and welded new supports on both the front and rear as well as added some new support steel under the wagon so it would be good and strong. When my Dad showed us the stronger version of the wagon we were so excited to start racing again. We asked if we could paint the wagon so my Dad got us paint from the hardware store and some brushes. We painted the wagon body red with aluminum colored wheels and black for the supporting steel. It looked to us like a work of art. Our wagon allowed us to have many more adventures in its time, it would be a dollhouse on wheels for my two sisters, a toy transport to the neighbors houses, would help my dad by bringing branches and leaves out to the street for the town to come pick up, would help to bring firewood in during the winter ( although I later realized that that was just to keep us busy since hauling firewood in the snow was a bit impractical). We would catch frogs and make the wagon a habitat for them. When I was ten I wanted a bike so I had to save money for it. One of the things I did to help save money was to collect aluminum and turn that in for money and I used the wagon to do it. I would go and knock on the neighbors doors and ask that they save any aluminum they had and each week would go and collect it. I live in New York and at that time there was no deposit on aluminum cans so that was mostly what I collected. My Dad saw that I was working hard but the wagon did not hold much so he built me a removable sidewall system for the wagon so I could hold more. We would take the bags of aluminum to the metal yard several times a year and eventually between the aluminum collecting and the other jobs a did around the neighborhood I was able to buy my fist bike. We had such a great time as kids and my siblings and I look back with great memories of our youth, the little red Radio Flyer was a great part of that. I do not live to far from where I grew up so I am able to show my kids where that was, and tell them how we grew up, and some of the adventures we had. I have three kids and they have there own Radio Flyer products, including two red wagons, so I get to watch them in their own adventures and I hear about what they did with their friends that day. Thank you for this chance to share my story with your company.
On one Saturday afternoon mommy and daddy told me that we were going to go out to my grandparents house to take my very first Christmas photo. As we were driving out to Grandma and Grandpa's mommy realize that she forgot the wooden box that they were going to sit me in for my photo. Mommy said that's okay grandma and grandpa have something very special out in their old barn that we can get to put you in. Once we got to my grandparents house mommy and daddy and I all put on our snow boots and went out to the old barn and opened up the door and there she was Old Red. Mommy then told me a story about how my grandma and grandpa bought that old red wagon for my uncle Karl and my mommy it was their toys long time ago that they played in when they were young and that one day it would be passed down to me. After pulling the red wagon out of the barn mommy and daddy cleaned it all up. After the old red wagon was all cleaned up we went on a short walk out behind grandma and grandpas house where grandma got to take my very first Red Wagon Christmas photo. Mommy told me that this is a very special wagon and will one day be a very special photo. - Love Noah Delbert
As a child in a military family with four siblings, we moved annually for the first twelve years of my life and were limited on what toys we could take with us. We always chose our Radio Flyer wagon, tricycle and bike. Those toys lasted through all five of us and were still in great shape to hand down to other children when we outgrew them. As a parent, I continued the tradition of purchasing Radio Flyer products for my own children, including a rocking horse, wagon and tricycle. I held on to them for years, waiting for my grandchildren to arrive. My husband finally talked me into giving them to families we knew with small children, then, within the year, my daughter announced she was pregnant with our first grandchild. On his first birthday, we gave him a rocking horse. Next, we purchased a tricycle. When twins came a couple of years later, we purchased the large canopied wagon for them. Today, I assembled the rocking horse, Blaze, for our latest grandchild for her "big" Christmas present from her grandparents. As I assembled Blaze, I thought about how much joy your company has given my family throughout my entire life and I wanted to personally thank you for that. Your products are pure enjoyment for the children, solidly built, easy to assemble, last forever, and make us so happy! Thank you for being the wonderful company you are and maintaining the exceptional quality of your products. I will continue to be a fan for life and am sure my children and grandchildren will continue the tradition. You are AWESOME! Merry Christmas!