I imagine your reaction is similar to my mother, and mother-in-law – and perhaps this the image running through your head:
The ski jump was at the Puijo ski jump base. This is a serious ski jump hill.
We had received an email from the kids’ school that the local ski jumping club was having (introductory) training lessons for kids – so why not?
We did feel a little like the odd ducks here – we were the only English speakers at the lesson, but the teacher Nico did speak English well. He was patient and fun.
Basically the lesson was having the kids go down a small ramp many times, learning the basics.
C getting speed. 
G working on his form. 
P making a jump.
They all loved it and want to return next week. C, the adrenaline junkie, had huge smiles on his face, G was super focused on his form and trying not to stick out, and P was worried that she would have to ride the ski lift.
Maybe by the end they will attempt the big hill?
