Why am I writing this letter? I don’t know… I guess I’m feeling kinda… down, left-out-in-the-rain. You know, weathered! I’m longing for earlier days…
Remember…? Those times felt safe, free, FUN as you were riding up and down the drive way being pulled by your Abu?
Remember…? The time you were at the Panorama Apple House and Abu found a smaller “Radio Flyer”? You sat in and were fun of joy? Then you and your little brother rode all around apple store?
Remember…? One day you chose to sit on a bike, learning to peddle. 4 wheels guided steadily by Mom, then 2 wheels wobbling on you own, now riding confident, leaving my sure 4 wheels and painted red sides in the garage?
Remember…? Do you remember? That day you thought to pull me out and play in the yard. Around the house we went, then a drop of rain, then a steady downpour and you forgot to bring me inside. It’s ok. I’m steel, rubber and wood, rugged, an “all-terrain-wagon”! Made of all the tough stuff so you can enjoy me for years. Strangely, though I find myself still here, outside amongst the bushes, moss and dried out withered leaves. Still on my side, slightly rusted and color faded.
Daniel, it’s a sunny day. Come outside and play! Set me upright, brush off the sandy dirt, get my 4 rubber tires on solid ground and run down the driveway… together… again!
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