The first competition I ever went to wasn't one my team competed in; we went to Pittsburgh in 2005 on that Saturday to watch and get an idea of what to expect the next week at Chesapeake. I remember (and will always remember) the overwhelming noise and the feeling of awe when I walked in at the top of the stadium and looked down in the middle of a match. It was incredible.
The first competition I competed in was the following weekend, at Chesapeake. It was an insane amount of fun, and I remember barely needing sleep or rest at all that weekend...until the car ride home.
