My first roll of film was shot on a family holiday when I was 9 years old with some bakelite 120 roll-film box. My dad paid a premium for next day processing for me, and I was pestering all the next day until 4pm when they were ready to collect. Still remember the waves of joy that I experienced when my pictures all came out. In fact, those shots are the only decent ones of the trip - as the other roll were taken by my mother and she managed to decapitate everyone in pretty much every frame!
Fast forward 36 years, and I've just run my first roll of 35mm film for what seems like forever. Finished the roll with a couple of shots of a village on outskirts of town, drove into town, and 5 minutes later, I'm stood at the counter of Boots the Chemists, paying for a 1 hour process on my film. Still the impatient 9 year old, just wrapped in a 45 year old body. And Yes - I DID get the same kick out of seeing my shots as I did all those years ago.