I had a little red wagon. I never played with it. I never got the concept. What am I supposed to do with this thing?
Oh that is what little boys are supposed to have. My son had one when he was a little boy. I tried to buy one for my grandson when he was 1 years old, but all I could find was one made out of plastic. He will be 10 next month. My son, his dad gave it away last year to a family with small kids
“”””What am I supposed to do with this thing?”””””
Come on, that sounds like one of the kids nowadays.
“A plain cardbord box... what am I supposed to do with this”?
Thats not a cardboard box. Thats a pirate ship plundering for treasure! Thats a jail and you are a gunslinger about to breakout! Thats an alien spaceship heading for the middle of the universe! Thats a racecar at the Indy500! Thats a tent in the wilderness.. you are DaveyCrocket and surrounded by grizzly bears! Thats a dungeon and you have broke in to free the princess held captive!
...at least thats how we rolled when we were kids.
Nowadays... face in the screen... beep beep blip beep... tap tap... computer screen... tap tap... cell phone... beep beep. “Hey Mom whats that outside?”
Oh honey, thats what we call ‘The Sun’.
“Wow” return to screen... beep beep... tap tap tap... blip beep beep.......
I used mine to haul beer bottles up town to the beer joint and collect my penny a piece. Got them from walking along the edge of country roads in Southern Oregon on weekends while my dad climbed telephone poles with the lineman that jointly owned the phone company with his mother. I’d knock on the door of the beer joint and some old guy would come and take my wagon inside and then bring in back with my money. Used it to buy my scout uniform.
You went around the neighborhood, picked up girls, pulled them to your treehouse, and played Doctor with them.