In early September of 2011, I was sitting on a Hawaiian Airlines jet somewhere between Las Vegas and Oahu flipping through the Hana Hou in-flight magazine.  By this point, Hawaii already held a special place in my heart. I was 15 years old the first time my family ventured to the islands, and I had been back with them 5 more times since. My parents fell in love with Hawaii and fortunately for my sister and I, they continued to take us with them.  On our 2005 trip to Maui, we woke up at 3am to be shuttled to the …