This weekend I broke out my trusty little red wagon to haul stuff around the yard.
In case you are wondering yes there is a story behind then wagon. Originally the wagon belonged to my mom. My granddaddy and his Uncle Jack had taken a load of cattle to Ft. Worth to sell. Uncle Jack insisted that Granddaddy needed to buy the wagon for my mom.
When I was little Granddaddy repainted for me. It even has my name painted on the bottom. As a kid I was always hauling stuff around in the wagon.
The Dee Zone 