tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post2938136478691209026..comments2023-11-03T03:14:43.155-07:00Comments on Pseudo's Spot: Red Wagon Philosophies: Part Three (AKA The Final Chapter, I Think...)Pseudohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-20540120442292749202011-10-12T08:35:33.565-07:002011-10-12T08:35:33.565-07:00These are precious memories.These are precious memories.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-68057209813811341852009-04-05T20:46:00.000-07:002009-04-05T20:46:00.000-07:00is this why you always let us ride our wagon down ...is this why you always let us ride our wagon down the hill at the end of the street? since you gave our wagon to our cousins, can you buy me and fratellino a new wagon. PLEASE MOM! :)daughternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-20905077717238347432009-04-04T17:17:00.000-07:002009-04-04T17:17:00.000-07:00I know exactly what you're saying. When it's us, w...I know exactly what you're saying. When it's us, we allow ourselves to push the envelope, thinking we know our limitations; but when it's our kids, we only want them to push just so far because if we lost them we'd be sad and miserable for the rest of our days. So now it makes perfect sense to me why kids sneak and lie sometimes to get to do some things. Not that they should. But how else can they have some of those life experiences with parents doing what they're supposed to? :) What a conundrum.Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-89316281287140841252009-04-03T18:54:00.000-07:002009-04-03T18:54:00.000-07:00I want my children to have as much fun as they can...I want my children to have as much fun as they can, to enjoy being children. That said, I don't want them to do half the crazy things I got up to as a child.Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-6872940263289873142009-04-03T16:58:00.000-07:002009-04-03T16:58:00.000-07:00You outdid yourself on this one. I have allowed m...You outdid yourself on this one. <BR/>I have allowed my kids to experience boredom. But I have not allowed them to complain to me about it. Like your characters, their job is to find a way out of that boredom.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-91429634698834234642009-04-03T14:36:00.000-07:002009-04-03T14:36:00.000-07:00Love that you teach in Hawaii! Supposedly they ne...Love that you teach in Hawaii! Supposedly they needed teachers when I graduated with my degree. So, I dropped them a resume. No luck. Anyway... your story also takes me back to my childhood. But, I had lots and lots of snow back in the woods on a dirt road to no where. I spent all winter building snow ramps with extra water to make the path really fast. In the summer, my sisters and I cut paths through the woods to try to get to actual children who lived about a mile through the woods in an planned community with a pool. Mostly we just got lots of bug bites.Hit 40https://www.blogger.com/profile/18043350255090631652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-83449802584949361332009-04-03T09:36:00.000-07:002009-04-03T09:36:00.000-07:00Life as a wagon ride. It all seems to come down to...Life as a wagon ride. It all seems to come down to needing to feel the wind on the face when we're young and then closing the windows when we get older. Maybe that's why people ride in convertibles with the windows up, a balancing act. Could driving in a safe car with the windows down and the music up be as close as I get to that experience? <BR/><BR/>I am a scaredy cat--I would have been the friend pushing you guys off all the time.Laurahttp://www.rebelliousthoughtsofawoman.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-11284428857144875082009-04-03T06:15:00.000-07:002009-04-03T06:15:00.000-07:00"As an adult I try to remember to let go of respon..."As an adult I try to remember to let go of responsibilities once in awhile and take the time to be creative, to relax, to enjoy.<BR/><BR/>As a parent I try to get my kids to be more responsible."<BR/><BR/>LOL. Great stories! I loved these chronicles!<BR/><BR/>You know, have you thought about writing columns for a local paper? These are exactly the kinds of things I think would work in that format.Kristanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771013578685419826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-57491761589448897092009-04-03T05:17:00.000-07:002009-04-03T05:17:00.000-07:00What an awesome awesome story!!!!!I want to go for...What an awesome awesome story!!!!!<BR/><BR/>I want to go for a wagon ride RIGHT NOW!<BR/><BR/>Ironically, the wagon I had growing up was a Radio Flyer just like you have pictured...but it was blue. I've never seen another like it. Dad still has it in his basement. I want that wagon!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-20980712499282213152009-04-03T04:56:00.000-07:002009-04-03T04:56:00.000-07:00I love this - I can see a gaggle of girls doing th...I love this - I can see a gaggle of girls doing this! You do an excellent job of painting the picture.<BR/><BR/>This reminds me of the ponies, again. One of the roads had a short oval dirt track and we would run the ponies around it once every time we went by. Once, Brain Jones challenged me to a race on his big ol' 'real-sized' horse, and I beat the pants off him! He was so MAD. If my parents would have gotten wind of that I would have been ... well, I don't know what I would have been, but I'm sure I would not have enjoyed it. But, I can remember that finish like it happened 10 minutes ago.Rikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889968115671704243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-32405263508762165362009-04-02T21:59:00.000-07:002009-04-02T21:59:00.000-07:00you must have done this about the same time my fri...you must have done this about the same time my friends and i were driving up deer creek rd at night in a sports car and taking the downhill with the lights off.<BR/><BR/>i didn't get grounded, but then again i didn't cop to it, either.<BR/><BR/>(this whole series was marvelous.)shaunnahttp://shaunna.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-34551604069135944292009-04-02T19:31:00.000-07:002009-04-02T19:31:00.000-07:00I love this post. There is nothing better then tho...I love this post. There is nothing better then those "once in a life time experiences"...of just letting go and being so free...oh the fun and excitement of the thrill of doing something we have never done before.<BR/><BR/>I couldn't agree with you more about over scheduled kids and kids that don't leave the house....of kids learning to work through boredom and not need to be entertained. You are right that could be a post of it's own!<BR/><BR/>Great post my friend!Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04441204804740501624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-37743014032345268662009-04-02T18:12:00.000-07:002009-04-02T18:12:00.000-07:00I remember some of the shenanigans my brother and ...I remember some of the shenanigans my brother and sister and I had in our neighborhood. Let us just say, we had the MOST fun torturing Mr. Welch who liked to shoot his bb gun at us. We would have been better off with a red wagon.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06999741671175495307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-9695279271828671912009-04-02T17:17:00.000-07:002009-04-02T17:17:00.000-07:00Great story. Next time, try a shopping cart, those...Great story. Next time, try a shopping cart, those things FLY!Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13477976300026766137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-7943896819054938292009-04-02T17:12:00.000-07:002009-04-02T17:12:00.000-07:00"The object of the game was not to die, although I..."The object of the game was not to die, although I don't know that we were fully aware of that at the time." Oh flurrious, you win. Evil Knievel indeed.Pseudohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-84938610383984531052009-04-02T16:45:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:45:00.000-07:00I had a red wagon. I got my kids a red wagon. Ho...I had a red wagon. I got my kids a red wagon. Hopefully they'll someday get their kids one too. It's an integral part of childhood ....Twenty Four At Hearthttp://www.twentyfouratheart.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-50034141807626284282009-04-02T16:06:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:06:00.000-07:00So nice to read something like this - seems like l...So nice to read something like this - seems like life doesn't work that way anymore. Like you said, too much "overscheduling" of kids. I sure hope my kids get to experience this some day. The pure joy of making your own excitement, not knowing what it will be or how it will turn out, just doing it. Those were the days... :)Nicole S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04073857953370420287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-68335585529339814212009-04-02T15:56:00.000-07:002009-04-02T15:56:00.000-07:00This reminds me of when all the neighborhood kids ...This reminds me of when all the neighborhood kids and I would play what we called "Evel Knievel." There were many variations involving bikes, sleds, old tires, large pieces of plywood or cardboard, and, most prominently, a long steep hill that ended on an access road moderately trafficked by City Utility trucks. The object of the game was not to die, although I don't know that we were fully aware of that at the time.flurrioushttp://flurrious.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-29747294017209613712009-04-02T14:59:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:59:00.000-07:00Gave me chills: just wonderful! Reminds me of my ...Gave me chills: just wonderful! Reminds me of my little adventure when I was a wee girl. My friend and I thought it would be great fun to inflate our Barbie pools and paddle around the lake... hehe!Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10694572749056669250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-1802807680429394172009-04-02T13:00:00.000-07:002009-04-02T13:00:00.000-07:00Yes. Grounded. Thank-you Jan for validating my ir...Yes. Grounded. Thank-you Jan for validating my ire from 40 years ago.<BR/><BR/>And thank-you very much Movie.Pseudohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-78670261702752722412009-04-02T12:10:00.000-07:002009-04-02T12:10:00.000-07:00this was very satisfying. well done, Pseudo...this was very satisfying. well done, Pseudo...cheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-13931797539276459782009-04-02T11:42:00.000-07:002009-04-02T11:42:00.000-07:00You got grounded???I'm 46 years old and can't beli...You got <I>grounded</I>???<BR/><BR/>I'm 46 years old and can't believe that. Your story made me want to go out and buy a wagon...Janhttp://www.janssushibar.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-926083404419742342009-04-02T10:39:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:39:00.000-07:00I love it when I present my logic to my parents an...I love it when I present my logic to my parents and they just can't picture it my way. Always a disappointment.bernthishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05905337047538489562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-11062019123519682152009-04-02T10:36:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:36:00.000-07:00I think Mama Dawg might have nailed it. The reaso...I think Mama Dawg might have nailed it. The reason it stands out as pristine is because it WAS a once in a lifetime experience.Pseudohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3198460211087859887.post-44291743339171473912009-04-02T10:31:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:31:00.000-07:00In many ways I am still that bored child. I lounge...In many ways I am still that bored child. I lounge around on a free evening or weekend restless waiting to be entertained. Ah well, one day I'll learn to be creative!mo.stoneskinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.com