I am a private pilot. I have about a hundred hours of flight time mostly in Cessna 172’s.
Before I learned to fly, I loved flying games but not strict flight simulators. Being the oldster that I am :), at the time (to me) sims were clunky and pixelated. Throw me into a prop plane dogfight at 20,000 feet and I was in heaven… until my plane was riddled with bullets and I went down in flames.
When I decided to learn how to fly, I took an orientation flight to check out the school and the planes. The instructor took me up and gave me the controls and talked me through some basic maneuvers. After about a 40 minute flight, she talked me through the approach. She didn’t tell me when to turn but told me what I needed to know on how to position myself and turn where appropriate.
The instructor was giving me specific instructions on carb heat, throttle/RPM’s, and flaps but let me do it all myself. I made it through the downwind leg (for non-pilots, parallel to the runway traveling the opposite direction that you will land), base (perpendicular to the runway), and I was on final (lined up and descending to land).
I think that was the first time in my life I experienced true information overload. I heard her tell me to set full flaps but it just didn’t register. I was concentrating on so many things at once that there was nothing left over to interpret her words. No big deal, she reached over and moved the flap lever down one notch from 20[sup]o[/sup] to 30[sup]o[/sup].
I won’t say it was the prettiest landing but I was centered on the runway and I did my flare well enough that we didn’t bounce. In an unused space of that very first line in my logbook the instructor wrote “Landing was all yours!!!”.
After I had soloed and was well into my training I routinely preferred to land using only 20[sup]o[/sup] of flaps. So even if the instructor wasn’t there to move the flaps lever I probably would have been fine.
During my training there was a full page article in the paper. Two friends, one a pilot and one a non-pilot, regularly flew together. The pilot had shown the non-pilot some basic in-air maneuvers but nothing about takeoff or landing. One day they were flying and the pilot had a heart attack. Someone in a ground station (I don’t know if it was ATC or just a Unicom) talked the non-pilot through a safe landing.