Widths get to me. I've had to lay off the pasta to avoid excess width.
I spent maybe 50 hours gyrogliding and another 50 doing runway and crow-hop flights in my first gyro -- and I still was petrified when I finally flew out over the end of the runway, climbed to 1,000 feet and did a pattern. All I wanted to do was get around the circuit alive, and back on the ground so I could sell the damn thing. Whether this was mostly fear-of-heights, the overwhelming racket of an unmuffled VW, hypothermia (it was winter) or fear of something failing catastrophically, I can't untangle. All of the above.
The fear wore off, obviously. Humans can acclimate to almost anything.
At pattern altitude or a bit above, you feel as if you are still IN the landscape, not ABOVE it. It's kind of homey. Up at 2K ft. and above, the ground looks much less real. It gets lonely and (for me) a bit spooky to be riding a broomstick up there without visible support.