Long ago when I was young, I got a little red wagon for my birthday It had four shiny tires, and the word FLYER was written on the side The handle was jet black and I could sit in it and steer it anywhere Taking my dolls and teddy bears I would sit them in the wagon and Let them go up and down the neighborhood for everyone to see Eventually I grew tired of this and decided it was my turn to ride
Racing wildly by the houses I went faster and faster down the hill Everything went flying by me like a big train on the railroad tracks Dogs were barking as I went by them in my rosy, red racing wagon
When it was time to stop, I could not turn the wagon onto the grass After that I let go of the handle and crashed into the small rosebush Getting up I dusted myself off and took my wagon to my dad to fix Other than two broken tires, scratches on the side and a bad handle Nothing kept me from racing through the neighborhood every again.
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