Isn't the first time the best? It was 1990, I had just taken a job requiring frequent travel. I was booked on TWA from PIT -> STL. Early morning flight, desk agent said something about being told to clear out some main cabin space and voila I was in 'First Class'.
It was amazing. Tablecloths, real china and silverware. A hot cheese omelette. I thought to myself this flying thing was alright.