Even then, the family didn't seem wildly enthusiastic about the flying I did, with the possible exception of my six-year-old niece, Kinana. She's the littlest in the family, but she has enough spunk to match the rest of us put together, and she loves my airplane. The first time I ever let her sit in it, she snapped the headset on her head, grabbed hold of the yoke, and shot me a mischievous sideways look that told me if I ever left the keys in it, she might never bring it back. Every morning of that trip, she'd bound into my bedroom to ask if we could go flying that day. When I finally said yes, she bounced up and down all around the room, pausing only to ask, "Can we go upside down?"