[dropcap]I[/dropcap] was walking my dog, Goldie, coming off of Barbee Street, by a dark red brick house with a net-enclosed  trampoline in the front yard. Inside the enclosure stood a little girl, maybe three or four, with long brown hair. She had her back to me as we rounded the corner, but I shouted out to her, “Why don’t you jump?” She did not turn around, but her mother, or grandmother, sitting on the ground beside her while attending to an infant, asked the little girl to...