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You are making some wonderful memories.
I shall always remember my first wagon and often wish I still had it to use.
So very sweet. Looks like this walk is not without purpose -- taking stuffed friend for a ride.
And, of course, that wagon is also good to take along for picking up sticks and pine cones and rocks. You never know when you need to build a fort with those. :-)
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