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Pro: I never get seasick, no matter how rough it gets. Con: Terrified of heights and flying.
My mom is absolutely terrified of heights, to the point where she can't stand on a chair without someone holding it. On tables isn't happening. Ever.
But she's perfectly fine with flying, and does so at least a couple of times per year. I even offered to take her flying in a very small aircraft a while back, and she had no problem with the idea.
Everything higher than the second floor of a building is a big nope to me. My family made me go on holidays via airplane back when I was a wee child and I kept screaming for the entire duration of both flights. They never tried that shite ever again. I mean, what did they expect, really, knowing damn well about my severe anxiety issues? Even today I'd never set foot on any kind of aircraft, even with knockout medication and a million Dollars in return. Just no. I do not belong in the sky. I need solid ground or water under my feet. Interestingly enough it's cool for me to go hiking in the mountains. The mountains are solid and therefore they are my friends. If I fall down, that's on me then.