1.0Humane Hollywoodhttps://humanehollywood.orgHumane Hollywoodhttps://humanehollywood.orgrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ZAOfd8L4Iu"><a href="https://humanehollywood.org/production/radio-flyer/">Radio Flyer</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://humanehollywood.org/production/radio-flyer/embed/#?secret=ZAOfd8L4Iu" width="600" height="338" title="“Radio Flyer” — Humane Hollywood" data-secret="ZAOfd8L4Iu" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://humanehollywood.org/app/uploads/2020/02/ntscwtJ65Y0gy8S1h6JWbXFjEOA.jpg10001500The bittersweet memories of childhood, when anything was possible if you could just imagine it and wish hard enough, form the basis for this endearing and thought provoking melodrama that is sure to tug on your heart strings. It's the story of two young brothers, Bobby and Mikey, and their dog Shane, as told from the point of view of the adult Mike who recalls the secret abilities and fascinations embraced by children and lost by adults. After the breakup of her marriage, their mom packs up the boys, Shane, and their meager belongings into their dilapidated station wagon and heads west to relatives in California. Being very poor they sustain the cross country trip on little more than peanut butter, a sense of adventure and love for each other. After awhile their Mom meets and falls in love with Jack, the man of her dreams, who prefers to be called "The King". They marry and the new family move into a modest home in a small northern California town. Their idyllic existence is short-lived as The King has a drinking problem and a sadistic streak which he vents by beating the younger and more vulnerable brother, Bobby. The boys, loathe to spoil their mother's happiness, keep the beatings a secret. They continue to endure their sadistic step-father with only their devotion to each other, the love of their mom and their protective dog to see them through. One day Mikey devises a brilliant plan for Bobby to escape the torments of The King. They will turn their little red wagon, the Radio Flyer, into a flying machine which Bobby can pilot to the sanctuary of far off lands and adventures. Children of all ages will enjoy this beautiful and heart-breaking story. The ending becomes total fantasy however, and adults are advised to suspend all logic and just accept it on a child's level.