Off the Wagon

I had a red wagon full of lots of stuff I pulled around and it was enough for me to smile and tug along. It was enough just to be and more fun than a doll you could only dress or undress and set just so but never go on walks with and fill rocks with like my red wagon. Then, I got a tricycle and forgot about my wagon until I saw my little brother sitting in it one day. I thought about him in it as I rode away. Faster and faster and somehow inside I knew my big girl bike was more fun than my brother's red wagon.