As a child I used to spend hours in a car or steel truss bridge. My sister had moved from England to North Wales and we always went to see her by car, 3 or 4 times a year. This was a problem for me because I suffered terribly with travel sickness. The journey was usually about 4 hours in the car on windy hilly roads with a crazy social worker driving. I was almost always sick and always at least would feel nauseous. Sometimes my mind was occupied enough that it wouldn't happen until a few hours in. Sometimes it was after just a few minutes, but it always happened. As I got older, it