Mine was in the air cadet force at school; in a Chipmunk! I was sick and started to hate flying. On a school holiday cadet visit to an airbase somewhere in East Anglia I avoided a flight in a Hercules by pretending not to know the control tower clocks were on GMT while we were on BST (I'm quite smart).

Took years to enjoy flying again. In the late 1970s I flew regularly from EMA to GLA but hated it. Slowly relaxed and now it's wonderful.

I still can't get over the marvel of seeing clounds in bright sunlight from above!