My grandparents raised me and once they gave me a Radio Flyer wagon. It actually was for my grandmother and myself. You see she grew bachelor buttons by the thousands and sold them to a local florist. Since we didn't have a car she and I would take the flowers by "our" Radio Flyer to deliver them. This happened every Saturday morning for as long as the season lasted. I still have fond memories of delivering flowers. I later became a floral designer.
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"I grew up on a farm and was accustomed to playing outside with my three brothers. We all love trains, and my childhood industriousness led to a unique experience in which a Radio Flyer wagon played the role of a railroad car. We took an old wooden playhouse and restyled it as a depot. Then I took metal fence posts and nailed them to boards at such a width that they would serve as rails on which the wagon would roll. We had tons of fun riding the wagon down the makeshift track between the depot and the other stop 25 feet down the line. The playhouse and tracks have since been retired, but I still remember vividly the Niola and Garnettville RR and its trusty Radio Flyer locomotive."