That seems to happen as we age. I remember when I could ride all the rides at the fair and have a great time with no issues. Then when I was probably thirty-five I went on one of those spinning drum rides with the kids. Never again. I don't even want to ride the Ferris Wheel now. Nope. It's so bad that I can make myself carsick driving in the mountains. That might be because I read those suggested speed limit signs for curves as a challenge. I always plan to stop for a nap after leaving Linville, N.C. to let the nausea pass.