Well, this is a few days late but I finally soloed last Wednesday afternoon. I have had a bunch of lessons over the past few months, I had gotten my plane and in a week after I started flying we lost our field. Well, a couple weeks ago we finally got our new field flyable and I started my lessons back up. At the original field I had done multiple take offs and a few landings all on the buddy box and was feeling quite comfortable flying. So when I started flying at the new field it took me a few times up in the air to remember what it felt like since I hadn't flown in almost two months.
So leading up to Wednesday at the new field, I had done many take offs and been practicing my approaches the Sunday before and was feeling pretty good but was still having my trainer land the plane for me. So, I was going out of town for the weekend and I really wanted to get in the air, I called my trainer to see if he wanted to meet me at the field Wednesday afternoon but unfortunately he was busy, and I really wanted to fly, so I sad, what the hell, lets go solo. I know, I know, it probably wasn't the best idea, but I really wanted to fly and felt confidant that I could get the plane on the ground in one piece. So I head out to the field, there was just one other person out there, so I didn't have the added pressure of alot of people watching me fly, I gassed up the plane, checked and double checked everything on it to make sure I had everything correctly hooked up and taxed it out onto the runway. My hands were shaking, I was surprised I could even hold onto the transmitter, I started down the runway and lifted it off the ground, so there was no going back, every plane that goes into the air, must come back down. So I flew it around the field for about 5 minutes and started thinking about the landing I had to do. So I did a couple fly byes to get a feel of the landing process and came in for my approach, I was lined up good, started to fly the plane in and brought it in for my 1st solo landing, it wan't pretty, the plane bounced in the air, came back down, did a prop strike, and then rolled to a stop. The plane was in one piece and still flyable to it was a successful landing.

I took the plane up a 5 more times that day, all landings were !QUOT!successful!QUOT!, I even had to dead stick landings that were by far the best landings I did all day. So, the next few times out to the field are going to be nothing but touch and goes getting used to landing smoothly and working on my approaches. I had a goofy grin on my face all weekend and I'm hoping to get out to the field this afternoon with the wife for some flying.

So Ken, when you get a chance, I would love to have one of those !QUOT!Atta Boys!QUOT! so I can frame it up.