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"My memories of my radio flyer wagon go back to when I was about 8 years old, I got one for my 8th birthday . Me, my younger sister and older brother spent many years pulling each other around. I also remember my mom pulling us in the wagon and her laughing with us, she passed away just a few years later from lupus. They are some of the best memories I had , although much to short. Now I just purchased a radio flyer wagon for my English bulldog who can no longer walk far distances and she will be sharing it with our new baby who was born July 1st when she is a bit older of course."
I was born and raised in a small coal mining town in PA. Of course my dad worked in the coal mine so my parents couldnt afford to buy a radio flyer for us kids We would go to my grandparents in Gettysburg every other weekend. It was so exciting because we would go to the battle field. However my best part of the wekend was going in my grandpas garage and pulling out the old metal radio flyer. I would go up and down the driveway pulling my dolls in the wagon. That was in the early 60s and the red radio flyer was all metal except the tires. It was such fantastic memories i bought a radio flyer to pull my children around. Then bought one to pull my grandsons around. When they outgrew the wagon my grandsons used it to pull around their "special" rocks bugs, pine cones. Anything they thought was special. Three generations have loved and enjoyed great memories with the red radio flyer