echoes of yesterday (v. 2): the little red wagon.

This is the little red wagon. Does that bring a picture to your mind? It does for me. I picture my eight-year-old self, tramping around in the fields near my home, dressed in old skirts and a scarf on my head (my idea of a pioneer woman's dress). I picture my little brother, dressed in his "furs" and coon-skin cap (which, by the way, was real) carrying his toy rifle. I would pack the the wagon full of pots and pans with various food items, and off we would go, that little wagon rattling behind us.

On other days we would take turns pushing and pulling each other in that red wagon, laughing with happiness. I remember one time when set all of our kittens, about 4 months old at the time, in the wagon, and pulled the wagon around yard. To our surprise, the kittens didn't enjoy the ride as much as we did-they were continually jumping out of wagon, only to be deposited back into the wagon--for, we said, they didn't know what they were missing. And those are only a few ways that little red wagon served us, for throughout my younger years, that little red wagon played a big part in my life. Now it sits in the shed, only brought out when I want to be reminded of the old days.

--Carli