My dad flew small planes when I was young. His last was a Cessna 210. So getting sick was common; we would hit turbulence and it would be like you were in a giant shaker. Think being in a boat in a rough sea but the motion was straight up and down 3-4’ and it was super fast. It felt like you were in a snow globe and someone was constantly shaking it up. Sometimes it would get to me and everybody else except my dad. He also liked to take me and my friends out in a buddy’s plane that he could do tricks in, like climbing straight up until the engine would stall, then falling back on its tail and then pointing it straight towards the ground and start doing spins. He’d be laughing. We would all have barf bags accessible. A bowl would have been super messy lol. Plus once they’ve been used you can twist them and tie them closed.