I got hooked on aviation long before my first flight.

It was seeing my Dad off in Piedmont airlines tail-draggers circa 1960.
The whole family walked out on the tarmac together, the crew let me board the plane, and even sit in the pilot's seat. And there was a balcony just below the control tower from which you could watch the planes -- and listen to the controllers through their open windows. Or, you could just stand there on the tarmac and wave.

My first flight came years later in 1973, to Newark and from there by bus to JFK to catch a BOAC 747 to Heathrow. It was the 747 that consummated the relationship. Ever since: I love airports and I love to fly. Even in a bus with wings.

Now that you mention it, I'm getting a little twitchy because it has been 3 weeks since I was last in an airplane.