As a child the highlight of my year was a family day out from Manchester to Blackpool. I was travel sick and always threw up on the 'sharra' (charabanc) somewhere along the journey. When we arrived the family made a beeline for the Pleasure Beach, but I always felt too seedy to go on the rides. (We're getting to the point now, thank you for staying with me this far.)
My family would hare off, with a plan to meet up later, and leave me alone and feeling rather woebegone. But then..... I would find the Laughing Man (at different times he was a policeman or clown) and he and I would laugh it out of our systems. One time my mum was surprised to find a small crowd had gathered around me because I was laughing so hard that they were joining in. The funny thing is that I suspect it must have been coin operated, but I never remember having any money of my own at that age. Were people putting in money to make me laugh I wonder?
Anyway, I like to hear people laugh, and if they sound a bit odd, or snort, or guffaw it's all the same to me.