Times Long Past

This post was inspired by Bell. Thank you, I really do appreciate the bloggin' fodder.

Here it goes:

I remember when I first looked upon Dun Morogh, awe and curiosity engulfing me.
Now I rarely visit it, considering it to be a waste of time.

I remember my first kill, level 2 Ragged Timber Wolf in coldridge, some random guy wanted its tough wolf meat.
Now it's second nature to me, I barely pay attention to what I kill past whether it dropped something good or not.

I remember my first gun, its weight in my hands, the smell of gunpowder, the BOOM!
Now I still haven't lost that and can officially claim to have never used a bow as a hunter.

I remember thinking that being able to use two daggers was the best thing since...well, ever. And using them to attack.
Now it's two-hander or bust for me, avoiding attacking with them at most costs (unless I need to up my skill)

I remember the first instance I fully cleared. It was the Sunken Temple. That's right, I didn't actually start running instances until I was level 50.
Now I still rarely run instances (though my luck with drops is fairly astonishing), but I totally know what I'm doing in them and people like to have me along.

I remember attacking the enemy before sending my pet.
I figured that one out remarkably quickly.

I remember the first time I heard the word "theorycrafting."
Now I know what it is but don't really care to look at the stuff.

I DON'T remember EVER being called a "huntard."
And I'm damn proud of it.

I remember hearing rumors of this "kiting" thing that hunters are supposed to be good at.
Now I just have to start playing on a Desktop and I might be able to practice it.

I remember first seeing the gates of Ironforge and how massively impressed I was, thoughts over flowing with the impressive workmanship of the dwarves.
Now the same thing happens when experiencing new content, though my thoughts are much less workmanship and much more about Loot.

I remember when I first joined a guild and feeling so useless, but people helped me anyway.
Now I'm the helper of new players, keeping them safe and informed, reassuring them when they feel down about their lack of helpfulness or strength.

I remember when I had no idea what I was doing and asking people for help figuring out stat issues and quests.
Now I'm the informant and research guy. If you want to know something, chances are I've got a good idea as to what you need to do or where you need to go.

I remember the first time I stepped into a BG, I had very little idea what I was doing and we lost a bunch of times, but I was still top 5 in damage output every time.
Now I'm boycotting PvP and I have no plans to change it. I dare you to try and get me into a BG. Ain't gonna happen, though chances are I'd do fairly well.

I remember the big thrill of getting my first mount. [Whit Ram] I loved that guy, didn't even have to grind gold for it.
Now I still new mounts, but my netherdrake is by far my favorite, and it's the only one I've ever had to grind for.

I remember not knowing anything about blogging or the immense WoW community therein.
Now I've got my own blog and am trying to get my name around. (It's not working that well currently).

What do you remember?