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The wagon was so small, my mother assembled it on the kitchen table, holding the bolts in her mouth like stubby cigarettes, she built it to last but it’s gone, buried in the attic with the torn stuffed bear he called Billy.
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What a great visual, and such a wistful tone. Wonderful, Jan!
I like the “bolts like stubby cigarettes” too. Love this one!
Reminds me of so many of childhood toys that my nephews are now wrecking.
Great writing
Sadly, that is the fate of many a childhood toy. Nice story. Loved the description how she held the bolts in her mouth like stubby cigarettes.
Yes, that cigarette simile was great!