Beaumont Hospital in Troy, Michigan, was where my parents would take us whenever we were sick. The hospital itself was not any worse than other hospitals, but all of the negative memories I have of doctor visits occurred here. From spending eight hours waiting for a CT scan after a concussion to dreading the yearly shots, Beaumont provided me with its fair share of bad experiences. The pediatric wing was located on one of the higher floors and at the end of the building, so even checkups gave me a long walk to build a sense of nervousness and dread. This building was the closest thing to a jailhouse for a scared child like me.