We were living in the middle of a Middle Eastern desert when dd1 was very little - dh was building an airport there. At the time, Concorde would pass almost overhead and do its ‘sonic boom’ in what was supposed to be a more or less unpopulated area.
The bang would rattle the windows of our prefab, and DD’s very first words - she was no more than 16 months - were, ‘Goggok BANG!’
There was v little on TV to watch, but the call for prayer would come up at a certain early evening time, with a spectacular mosque all lit up after dark. To dd, because of what she heard from the call to prayer, the mosque was a ‘ba-a-a’.
So we were startled to say the least, when not long afterwards, back home in the U.K. and driving past the church (with a spire) where dh’s parents were married, to see her pointing at the church and saying it was a ‘ba-a-a’! Obviously it looked nothing like the mosque she’d seen on TV!