Adam:
That's one flight memory that will never leave you, and it signifies that you have taken the first of many steps toward becoming a pilot.
That's the first time you've placed your life in your hands and used what has been taught you. Its a really big deal, and something which sets you apart from the general population, even if you never go near an airplane again.
Almost 40 years ago, I solo'ed Cessna 150 CF-XNL at Pitt Meadows, BC.
Mr "Buzz" Bivar had been strangely silent for the 4 or 5 circuits at Pitt after being quite chatty all the way from YVR, and I wondered if I had done something wrong to upset him. I was surprised when he said "make the next one a full stop," I cleared the runway, he opened the door and got out. I was clueless as to what was happening and I'm sure my facial expression said a thousand words ... all of them confused.
He said, "time for first solo" and gave me a few little tips, told the controller I was a first solo, then he closed the door and walked away across the ramp ... yikes.
That airplane seemed so much more powerful on the takeoff roll, that extra couple of hundred feet per minute rate of climb made it seem like I was on the front end of a rocket launched from Cape Kennedy, and the radio call to Pitt Meadows tower on downwind where the controller told me I was "number 9 to a Cherokee in front" is as clear as if I'd just heard it ten seconds ago.
Because of the traffic volume, I had a few extra moments to reflect on the empty seat ... up till then, I'd been too busy to take a look at the spot where Mr. "Buzz" Bivar had been just a few minutes earlier.
The seat seemed pretty empty and I told myself to look away, get back to work and check everything again, while keeping my eyes on the Cherokee and counting airplanes on final and base leg.
The "number 9 for landing" part was kind of funny ... as I was on extended downwind over Maple Ridge for a few moments, a segment of "The Beatles - Revolution Number 9" from their "White Album" spun around in my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqUTd2TKdGU
Then before too long, it was my turn to turn base, then line up on final, and recall how "Buzz" had told me it would float a little longer than I was used to. After flaring once a little too high, I just took my time and then greased it on....followed by a really, really loud "Whooppeee!" ... well ...whooppeee is a paraphrase of the actual epithet ... LOL
It was then that I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and that absolutely nothing was going to ever stand in my way of becoming a Commercial Pilot.
Thanks Buzz ... wherever you are now flying your Mark 9 Spitfire again....without flak, nor enemy fighters over the channel.
In a few decades, you'll still be able to replay every moment Adam .. so enjoy it, and congratulations on joining us as a fellow aviator.
All the best,
The Old Fogducker