Her name was Maddie, she was 11 years old, and she had never been in a small plane before. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, smaller and shyer than her giggling friends, Maddie had surprised me by shooting her hand skyward when I asked who wanted to sit up front. “OK, but just so you know, you might have to fly the plane for a bit,” I cautioned with a wink. Maddie nodded and smiled; apparently she’d been hoping for just such an opportunity. I signed the girls’ release forms, handed them to a Women in Aviation volunteer, and turned my attention to getting the young ladies settled in the snug cabin of my 1953 Piper Pacer. They were my sixth planeload of Young Eagles on this sunny late-September Saturday morning; all were attending Girls in Aviation Day in St. Paul, Minnesota. Some waited as long as three hours to ride.