When I was a toddler, my father would take me out for walks in the stroller. At the time, we were living in campus housing at what is now Crown College - specifically in Faith Village. On the stroll over to campus, my father would wheel the stroller at, I'm sure for at least my mother, what seemed like a horrific speed down the hill. But it was my favorite thing - going fast. I would squeal in excitement and yell "again, dad!" And then there was that one fateful day. The one where he accidentally let go of the stroller, and it hit the speed bump,...