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THE WAGON from the Writing Collection of Nancy Ellen Crossland, USA

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THE WAGON

There it was. Against the wall of the garage next to the rusty lawnmower Dad had used hundreds of times. There it was. Lopsided, a wheel missing. Rusty too. It's former red shine now gone. A shell of what it once was. Andrew couldn't believe his mother had not tossed it years ago. The wagon. The Radio Flyer that he and Joey hauled countless treasures within its sturdy confines.

Of all the items to sort through after his mother's passing, this one item halted his enthusiasm to clear out everything. As he pulled out the wagon, brushing off cobwebs, sleepy spiders and years of dust, he saw far beyond the rusty wagon to that time so very long ago what a treasured vessel it was to two boys transporting a conglomeration of items. Everything from planks of wood found near the junkyard, to screening, old radios, walkie-talkies, bicycle tires, glass bottles and anything and everything that wagon could carry.

What adventurers they were! How many mason jars had they pulled in that wagon and scooped up polliwogs from the creek only to rush home and watch those jars intensely and be amazed at the transformation they would see. They even tried to communicate with Mars by building a makeshift contraption of old parts of phonographs and radio parts hoping to make "contact". Planks of wood hauled were used for their secret clubhouse that boasted of five members. Only the secret word and handshake was discussed in whispers and secret codes.

That wagon carried wounded pets, lemonade for their summertime stand, and happily some coins they had received for their efforts. They were pirates, astronauts, archeologists and scientists back then. Every dream became a reality for those boys.

As Andrew finally withdrew from his reverie of long ago, he stood gazing at that wagon. Here he was a middle-aged man, graying at the temples tenderly wiping the dust away from that wagon and a tear from his eye.

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Nancy CrosslandHello Westly, I greatly appreciate you reading and commenting. It means a great deal to receive feedback. I am pleased that you enjoyed it.USA2/17/2010 12:54:30 AM
Westly Most Everyone had a red Radio Flyer wagon as a child, I know I did. Really enjoyed reading this, as it brought out my child within.USA2/16/2010 11:12:05 PM
Lee Emmettlovely story, Nancy ... congratulations!Australia7/1/2009 8:32:49 AM
Nancy CrosslandThank you Kanika for your lovely words!6/30/2009 9:33:57 PM
Kanika KhannaSuch an emotional read Nancy... Congrats on winning!!!India6/29/2009 3:44:22 AM
Thank you Kristine and everyone for your very kind congratulations. I still can't believe it!6/28/2009 10:20:35 PM
Congratulations Nancy! Sorry I missed this one (don't often stray from the poetry). This brought a tear to my eye. It amazes me how you pick an object and make it so emotional. Just lovely.6/28/2009 8:19:11 PM
Kristine J. TrudeauLove your story, Nancy, no wonder it is a contest winner. KrisUSA6/28/2009 3:53:13 PM
great read, Nancy!6/28/2009 9:42:49 AM
Nancy CrosslandThelma - So nice of you to comment. I am so happy to hear that you enjoyed this writing of adventures and memories of a grown man's childhood.4/2/2009 10:14:45 PM
thelmaNancy how dare you bring out those wonderful childhood memories bought back some of mine, now I wipe a tear from my eye!australia4/2/2009 6:18:21 PM
Nancy CrosslandHi Jennifer- So happy to hear that you enjoyed this bit of nostalgia and adventure. I appreciate your comments.4/2/2009 9:28:58 AM
JenniferWe have a Radio Flyer that I hope will give the same fond memories to our boys! (or at least a few!) Really enjoyed the feelings in this story and the nostalgia of an adventurous childhood.USA4/2/2009 1:51:50 AM
Nancy CrosslandDr. Sudarsan- How kind you are. I can't tell you how much your comments and encouragement has meant. I am constantly inspired to venture into exploring this endless world of writing and creativity. Thank you again!4/1/2009 12:53:59 AM
Dr Sudarsan PrasadI had written an appreciation note yesterday which somehow did not reach you Nancy !. This is very much like the Mark Twain's classic' Tom sawyer's adventures', dealing with child hood adventures and memories.Great write and you have also mastered the art of poetic prose as well!INDIA3/31/2009 5:48:41 PM
 
 
 

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