There's a lot of truth in leiafee's post--seems no matter where we go or what we fly, those early days are the ones imbedded in our memories, -------like taking off on a clear windless summer morning, right at sunrise and smelling the dewey grass mingled with avgas and old airplane smells, watching the sun splash onto a rural landscape while seemingly being suspended in the calm cool air.................................
Yep, that's part of the romance alright----hopefully you never lose it!