Taxi!

As a child my parents would load us up in our big blue van and we would gather with Uncles, Aunts and cousins at my Grandfather's 17 acre property tucked away in the sleepy little lake town of Syracuse, IN. Gramp Art had a blue 3-wheeler and a 4-wheeler (see picture below). He would hook a little red wagon onto the bag and taxi us around his property. Making drops here and there so all 13 of his grandchildren could enjoy their ride in the wagon.
Dad now owns the little red 4-wheeler, hooks up a little dump cart and carts my children around his neighborhood. I am tickled to see the tradition continued.