Can there possibly be a sound (a "sound" of all things!!) that could haunt you from your childhood and greet you again with a big smile on it's face as you try to keep control of your 37 year old self?
Oh - yes - there - can
The sound of digging and scrapping through a lego box!
As a kid our legos were kept in a large cedar chest. I would often be accompanied by the sound of giant armloads of legos being scrapped and piled through that chest while I practiced piano. Now, thirty years later, the cedar chest has morphed into a VERY PORTABLE plastic tub that has the ability to follow me around the house all day!!!
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