My father is a sports pilot. As a child I flew very often with him. I puked almost all the time but I still loved hit. Every plane at his club is marked by my vomit.
Only one time I already felt sick when we arrived at the airfield. He still took me up in a sailplane. In order to stay up in a sailplane you have to constantly fly in circles above fields with warm air. Round and round and round. We were up for 4 hours. I didn't puke once. By the time we were back down again I wasn't sick anymore.