Tymon's father treated us to an experience of a lifetime this weekend. We went to an indoor skydiving wind tunnel called iFLY.
|Our Little Daredevil Jocelyn|
|Our family with Grandpa Stan, Mathilde and Instructor Matt|
It's good for me to be put in a situation to learn a new physical skill every now and again. It gives me empathy for my driver's ed students who can't seem to slow down and turn at the same time. I only had to remember a few rules for the wind tunnel and I could consistently get a couple of them...but not all of them. As soon as I entered the tunnel, any memory of our introduction class disappeared. Whoops. I did remember to smile pretty for the camera...which caused bits of saliva to escape my mouth and spread out across my face.
Grandpa Stan has been skydiving for a while. He and Tymon's mother used to do it. Then they had kids and stopped. After he and Tymon's mother divorced, he picked it back up again and took Tymon with him. Several years ago, when we were visiting Tymon's family in Calgary, his father took me skydiving. I went tandem with an instructor. The force on my face was incredible. I watched my flight video and decided then and there that I never wanted to see that one again....my face was totally contorted in strange ways. Weird ways. Alien ways. Yeah. Enough said. We didn't buy it.
But this video came with our package...and the faces are much more normal than skydiving faces. Here's a snapshot of our session. Matt does a demo at the end (3:18). His body control is truly amazing. Makes me want to build a wind tunnel in our house...then I could practice every day.