My best flight story was I would just be instructed by whoever was on duty and free at the time, which mostly meant they’d underestimate my progress and I got taught slow flight 4 times, but once it went the other way and I got taught stalls before I was really ready

But as a 12yo dweeb I didn’t have the arm power to pull a Cessna 152 yoke back hard enough, so he did it to illustrate and when he stomped on the rudder somehow fucked it up so we spent 5 seconds in a spin pointed straight down, which is the exact thing you’re being trained to avoid, and it scared the shit out of me

Also that realizing even on the worst weather day, it was always sunny above the clouds fucked me up