But by the time I was teenage, I was utterly space-mad and reminded myself that hey, turbulence meant free-fall! After that, I liked turbulence a lot more, even if I didn't like being bashed about. My feet and hands ached on takeoff and landing, a reaction I knew was linked to my fear of falling.
Lately I've started praying on takeoff and landing, and at various times throughout the flight. Not, as I suspect other passengers are doing, prayers about not crashing and living to get to the destination, but a simple prayer of thanksgiving: Thank You for this gift of flight.
I suspect if I were ever to go up higher in a craft designed for that, that I wouldn't be able to see the sky black above me for the tears in my eyes.