Memory is a funny thing....
All I remember of my first solo (f/w) is looking at the empty seat next to me and finding it odd that no-one was there. I don't remember feeling good, or bad, or even indifferent. I just can't remember.
My first helicopter solo I remember thoroughly enjoying, and also an intense feeling of relief, as it has been postponed several times for all sorts of reasons.
My first night helicopter solo I enjoyed so very much that on the last circuit (I had to do five) I considered making downwind from Gloucester extend all the way to Worcester so that I didn't have to stop. It was a lovely night and I didn't want to land.
I remember my first flexwing microlight solo in great detail - bounce, go-around, realising the sun was going down fast, wanting to be on the ground, landing badly and wrenching my shoulder, thinking the congratulations were a complete farce.
Why can't I remember the good things?
Anyway, well done Mazzy.
