Had I seen THIS...my vote might be different come November!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wagons
So...for Makayla's upcoming birthday, we thought she could benefit from a wagon. Something to use at the zoo, the park, the fair...etc. In an email from my dad, he started writing about his youth and having a wagon...it was so good...I thought I'd share it with all of you:
"Wagons" by Randy Canady
I was once a kid... had a wagon... played with it in the yard and on the driveway. Put one knee in the bottom and pushed it with my other foot on the ground. Had dynamite control... with my knee in the bottom and my bare foot wedged against the back. Why I could handle a corner at 100 miles per hour... or so it seemed. Didn't need some ole grown-up to pull me around... I had the handle bent back and one good foot on the ground. Got lots of exercise and occasionally got a break with a ride unassisted down a hill. Loaded it with all my junk and pulled it around wherever. Occasionally filled it with leaves or twigs to help out with cleaning up the yard. Occasionally helped dad move something heavy by balancing it on the sides and slowly moving from one place to another. It was an early "utility vehicle" of sorts. It was a wagon... I was a kid... what did I know?? I was happy.
Occasionally I got going too fast and it dumped me on the ground... but occasionally on the pavement below. I was happy... I had a wagon... I was just a kid! Needed something moved short of a refridgerator???? I'm available... I got a wagon!! When the "gunfire" started, I'd roll it over on it's side and hide behind it... firing when able, unless, of course, I had been wounded. If wounded, I'd just lay there until the coast was clear! I was a kid... I had a wagon.... I was happy.
One day, I decided to ride it standing in the bed... fine until the wagon stopped... and I didn't! But what did I know... I was just a kid with a wagon... I was happy. I made my own entertainment! I knew better would come along some day... but if not... I was happy with my wagon.
It's amazing how high you can reach when you pile things up on top of your wagon. Once I stacked two open lawn chairs and a crate on top of my wagon (wheels down, by the way) to reach something Daddy had "put up" in the garage. Bet he didn't know I could reach it with my wagon!! Then there was that mean cat in the neighborhood! Cat not so mean under my turned upside down wagon!!! The next day... I felt remorse and lifted my wagon. I'll bet it's mother will quit calling it now!! But what did I know... I was a kid... had a wagon... lots of time in the yard.
Had to come in when the street lights came on. Only wore shorts and a mean buzz haircut. No shoes... they just slowed me down. Surely didn't take long for my tub bath. Only having to take off my shorts and "tighty-whities" only too a second! My feet and toes took a beating... always stepping on something sharp, or mean. I wish I had a dollar for every stumpted toes... I could really retire then.
But I was happy... I had a wagon and lots of love.
"Wagons" by Randy Canady
I was once a kid... had a wagon... played with it in the yard and on the driveway. Put one knee in the bottom and pushed it with my other foot on the ground. Had dynamite control... with my knee in the bottom and my bare foot wedged against the back. Why I could handle a corner at 100 miles per hour... or so it seemed. Didn't need some ole grown-up to pull me around... I had the handle bent back and one good foot on the ground. Got lots of exercise and occasionally got a break with a ride unassisted down a hill. Loaded it with all my junk and pulled it around wherever. Occasionally filled it with leaves or twigs to help out with cleaning up the yard. Occasionally helped dad move something heavy by balancing it on the sides and slowly moving from one place to another. It was an early "utility vehicle" of sorts. It was a wagon... I was a kid... what did I know?? I was happy.
Occasionally I got going too fast and it dumped me on the ground... but occasionally on the pavement below. I was happy... I had a wagon... I was just a kid! Needed something moved short of a refridgerator???? I'm available... I got a wagon!! When the "gunfire" started, I'd roll it over on it's side and hide behind it... firing when able, unless, of course, I had been wounded. If wounded, I'd just lay there until the coast was clear! I was a kid... I had a wagon.... I was happy.
One day, I decided to ride it standing in the bed... fine until the wagon stopped... and I didn't! But what did I know... I was just a kid with a wagon... I was happy. I made my own entertainment! I knew better would come along some day... but if not... I was happy with my wagon.
It's amazing how high you can reach when you pile things up on top of your wagon. Once I stacked two open lawn chairs and a crate on top of my wagon (wheels down, by the way) to reach something Daddy had "put up" in the garage. Bet he didn't know I could reach it with my wagon!! Then there was that mean cat in the neighborhood! Cat not so mean under my turned upside down wagon!!! The next day... I felt remorse and lifted my wagon. I'll bet it's mother will quit calling it now!! But what did I know... I was a kid... had a wagon... lots of time in the yard.
Had to come in when the street lights came on. Only wore shorts and a mean buzz haircut. No shoes... they just slowed me down. Surely didn't take long for my tub bath. Only having to take off my shorts and "tighty-whities" only too a second! My feet and toes took a beating... always stepping on something sharp, or mean. I wish I had a dollar for every stumpted toes... I could really retire then.
But I was happy... I had a wagon and lots of love.
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