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My
Radio Flyer
Martha I. Dixon
• Birmingham, Alabama |
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At the time of my adoption my
brother was told that my parents were getting him a little
sister. When I arrived he took hold of my hand and I was
indeed his. Since he was four and I was only eighteen
months I couldn’t ride on his tricycle. He hooked
up the red wagon and rode me up and down the street. Then
he would unhook the wagon and pull me up a small hill
where together we would ride down. His continued imagination
with that wagon has given me happy and loving memories
of my childhood. |
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