It wasn't a problem when I was younger. Sometime in my twenties it hit and it continued through my thirties.
I forget when I picked up my knitting needles again. Late thirties maybe? That's what helped me to fly again. No knitter ever has enough time to do the knitting they want to do but what else is there to do on a flight? Might as well indulge.
After a few years of knitting on flights I can now say that I actually love flying. It seems impossible to believe but I actually love the airport. I love getting the yogurt parfait at some sandwich stand. I love looking at all the people on my way to the gate and I love sitting at the gate waiting for my flight and setting up my in-flight knitting project.
Okay, sometimes I pray furiously when there's so much turbulence that I can't get my needle to go in the right loop. Sometimes I worry about Fay when she's panting in a carry-on bag under the seat in front of me. Also, I would never ordinarily choose to eat whatever dehydrated salt-based slurry product it is they hand out with the complimentary drink. Flying has grown on me though.