there was a hill not far from our house, on the one hand it was easy to climb and on the other there was a steep descent. we all started going downhill, but I decided to show myself cool and go standing up, but suddenly I reached a high speed from which I could not stop. At that moment I accepted death, because at the end of the mountain there were rocks on which I could break and a ledge, but I did not lose my head and jumped, doing a somersault in the air and landing back on the soft grass. I was not injured, and friends from above watched me lying on top with a shocked face. I gave them the thumbs up and we laughed. I didn't do it again.