Congrats although I wouldn't classify it as an elite fraternity if the likes of SB and myself can belong to it. 

I was at the tender age of 16 when I soloed at an Air Force Base aero club.  I wasn't afraid of crashing but I was afraid of not understanding radio communications with tower and breaking some protocol or instruction.  I was flying a Cessna 152 and I had 11000 feet of runway.
I was flying around the pattern when a pair of A-10's came in with the call signs of Pyro 1 and Pyro 2.  Years later when signing up for Air Warrior I thought of that when picking a call sign.
Another notable thing that I remember is that being young and dumb, I never took heed to all the patches of signed cloth hung on the wall of the aero club.  I was completely oblivious to the tradition and wore my favorite shirt to my solo.  When my instructor greeted me with a pair of scissors I was horrified at the thought of having my favorite shirt butchered and thought she was joking.  After having the shirt tails pointed out to me on the wall, I sacrificed my favorite shirt.  I just wished that I had known about that before.  Not only did I ruin my favorite shirt, I had to ride my bike back home with a missing chunk out of my shirt.