There was a rusted out little red wagon left at the house that my wife and I bought 30 years ago. My first thought was to put it out for the trash pickup, but then I thought maybe I could use the wheels for something. I discarded the metal body and bolted a wooden board onto the frame. Evelyn liked it for hauling flower pots and such things around the yard. A few times when she was in a playful mood, Evelyn would sit on the wagon while I pushed it down the driveway. She would laugh and gigle like a child. I was great fun.