JK Rowling. Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone (№ 270492)

When I was eight, Algy came to us for tea, caught me and had come through the window. I was hanging there upside down and he was holding my ankles. And then my great aunt Enid offered him cake, and he accidentally let go. I flew from the second floor, but it didn't break, I became like a ball bounced from the ground and jumped down the track. They were all thrilled, and my grandmother even cried from happiness.