good effort, chalk it up to "continuing accumulation of experiences in the mountains that didnt kill me".
Ironically, with experience, those most vivid first impressions and first trips become at the same time very blasé ("we were such noobs!") and treasured ("I remember the first time we went up to Shurman in the early season, and thought about breaking into the shelter!").
I think I for one have spent the last 10 years looking for routes and experiences that would leave the same *kinds* of impressions on me as those first few years of climbing, but while I've climbed alot of stuff with alot of people, I have very rarely succeeded there.