This is the cliff of death. I really did fall off my bike and down the cliff. Fortunately for me when i fell i fell on a really soft bush. It hurt less than falling on water, I didn't hit any hard branches or rocks. I got some tini scratches mostly on my left leg. My brother saved me by using my bike as a rope and I climbed up back on the trail. O yea we didn't stop, we just kept going even though it was a near death experience. That's where I got inspired to write the part about the "not being afraid of dying, being afraid of not living a meaningful life" part of the story.