She loved her Radio Flyer wagon. Her grandparents had given it to her for her first birthday and she'd had it ever since...

Bright red sides, four beautiful black little wheels and best of all, the handle that was meant for pulling, but with a bit of creativity, became the best steering wheel ever! Abigail’s brother Tim would push from behind, with her aptly seated in the drivers seat, and around and around they would go. Of course it was not long before poor little Tim’s legs would give out and so they would have to switch up drivers, which was always a huge ordeal. Everyone wanted to be the driver of the Radio Flyer. Abigail was now 25 and her eyes gleamed as she dug the Radio Flyer out from her basement storage. Rusted edges defined its age, but it was still as sturdy as the day it had first been hers. It was time to prepare her childhood companion for it’s new owner.