There’s a little red wagon that rolls down the street.
It’s full of joy, laugher, and fun. Kids climb in and out of this little red wagon. They pull each other around. In the summer, it’s used to cart lemonade and iced tea to wherever they are going to sell for that day. It’s only 25 cents a cup and they hope they’ll sell out each day.
The little red wagon shows a little bit of age as it’s pulled behind a bicycle down the street. Sports equipment is in it and other kids are riding their bikes next to it. The wheels slightly rattle from years of use, but the little red wagon continues.
The paint isn’t as crisp as it once was on the little red wagon. Some if it has chipped off. Some of it has faded. The metal has aged some and dents and bruises can be seen from years of use. The wood rails on top are chipped and faded, but still does the job.
That little red wagon hasn’t lost its way though.
It sits in a garage, not used for a few years. The tires have seen better days. But it’s life must continue. The tire, it gets fixed.
Those young kids were not done with the wagon. They fill it with gas tanks, a weed whacker and a small lawn mower as they go out to make some money by mowing lawns. Several months later, they load shovels and other things in as they go to different spots to remove snow.
That little red wagon continued to age. But it had life still. It new it could help. During a few summers of painting houses, it carried paint cans, and brushes, and everything else needed. It was covered in paint, but it was part of being an addition to this family.
The years pass by. The kids go on to college. They get married. They have families of their own. That little red wagon isn’t so read anymore. It shows rust and it sits out back, covered in overgrown grass. It’s life has seemingly taken its course.
Until one sunny summer day. A little guy, maybe about four years of age was peeking around at things and he uncovers this little red wagon. He stares at it and looks at his father in wonderment.
The sun hits the little red wagon with just enough to give a glimpse of its former glory as the young child grabs the handle and pulls it out from the long grass.
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