This was my childhood of sound:

The dog that ran down the stairs to salute someone who was paying a visit. The claws of her pawn had a rhythmical and nice sound.

Nearby church bells rang at sundays and on funerals and weddings. Saturday night at 6 was specially beautiful, when the sun had set and the evening lay as a dark blanket outside. Today I get a certain feeling every time I hear church bells ringing.

We lived som hundred yards from  the railway. This was at the time when it was still rather quiet in the landscape, the car traffic was not so intense som everyttime the train was on its way one could hear the bells from the railwaycrossing. This sound created an intense longing to run to the train. So I ran all I could to be at the railway when the train was passing.

On the yard we had a metal flagstaff which most of time was out of flag. It is a beautiful sound when the line swings with the wind against the flagstaff. [ 2008-10-22 23:14:14]  I heard this sound today when I went to my work. It was a sweet sound.

When I was ten my friends and I made some instruments out of jars, strings, wood, and stuff pretending to playing in a rock band. But the way it sounded! It was hilarious. We even started practising trying to achieve something. That was my beginning. Creativity is more important than skills, at least when it comes to inventing things...