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 āsonic boomā in what was supposed to be a more or less unpopulated area.
The bang would rattle the windows of our prefab, and DDās very first words - she was no more than 16 months - were, āGoggok BANG!ā
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 āba-a-aā.
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 dhās parents were married, to see her pointing at the church and saying it was a āba-a-aā! Obviously it looked nothing like the mosque sheād seen on TV!