Little Red Stories
"We adopted my little brother when I was 8 and he was four months old. From the very beginning, he loved for me to prop him up with blankets and pillows and take him for a ride in our Radio Flyer little red wagon. That wagon truly was an integral part of our play and was used daily unless the weather was bad. Pulling him around soon turned to figuring out creative ways to tow him as soon as he could sit up and hold on. I devised a genius system involving my bicycle, a rope, the wagon, and a 1/2 mile gravel driveway. We flew together with the wind in our hair up and down that driveway until I turned a corner a little too sharply and then I was banned from making alterations to the wagon handle for the rest of our lives (if he were to make it that long with the rest of my creative shenanigans). Luckily, I didn't accidentally scar him for life. Fast forward to 22 years later and we are sitting on the porch laughing and watching my three nieces who are 5, 7, and 8 getting a running start like they are bobsledding, throwing themselves into the wagon at the last possible moment of top speed, holding the handle back, and hanging on for dear life as they race down a hill in the now squeaky and slightly rusty little red Radio Flyer wagon that we loved so dearly. They were bruised and there were a few scrapes, but they loved it so much they just kept pushing the wagon back up the hill and doing it over and over again. Did we stop them?... nope. We sat on the porch and reminisced about all of our childhood escapades with that very same little red wagon and could almost feel the wind in our hair again as we flew together down that gravel driveway years ago. That little red Radio Flyer wagon still lives at Gramma and Papa's house 30 years later and my four little girls create their own memories with it every time they visit. "
"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"
"From early on until I was about 9 and we moved away - which was some 40+ years ago now - my best friend was Shawn Stroh. We did everything together (he even asked to marry me when we were about 6). He had trouble walking - but as kids do, I ignored it and kept playing with him. I even took to walking pigeon toed like he did to make him feel better (I still walk like that today). Anyway, his parent were terrific. They bought him a very cool red wagon and I had him sit in the back and I would race up and down the sidewalks with him laughing in the back. Or we would just sit in the back and talk about all the important things children share. We were inseparable. We spent every minute of sunshine together. He knew my every thought and dream and I knew his. Shawn had Muscular Dystrophy and died in High School. But we had the joyous time together of laughter, talking and just sitting in that wonderful red wagon. Thanks for letting me share those precious memories."