Strength/technique person here, though once I get a little momentum behind me I like to keep it going.
One of my sons took a tumble down the basement stairs when he was a toddler, going all the way down from top to bottom. Thank goodness the stairs were wood, and him being made of rubber (courtesy of his age).
I had taught all of my kids from day one when they were young,
NO going down the basement stairs by yourself. It was laundry day the day my son took his tumble. I had spent the morning going up and down the stairs, and wouldn't you know it, I dropped my guard for a minute, and straight for the basement stairs my son went, and down he went.
I heard the series of clunks and bangs, and the wailing that followed. I don't think my feet touched more than two stairs going down to fetch him in a panic. Amazingly enough, dear son had just scared the dickens out of himself, and once I established that he was alright, I grabbed hold of him by one arm, and as I was marching him back up the stairs, for every step he took, I landed a smart spank on his thickly-padded diapered bottom, all the way to the top.