When I was about seven, my father bought a cassette tape recorder so he could record his sermons. My siblings and I loved that little machine! We did a recurring show called, “Sounds of the Body.” Here’s an approximation:
Of course, the farting noises were our favorites. I have quite a few fart stories in my repertoire, probably proof that I am still about seven years old in my soul.
These stories are part of a program I call “School Inappropriate Stories”. I don’t tell them in schools because a) the kids get so wildly enthusiastic that I would lose any semblance of control and b) I want to be rehired and that doesn’t happen if the teachers are unhappy.
I do tell slightly inappropriate stories in informal situations, such as backyard storytelling. During the pandemic I did a lot of them in my Zoom storytimes. “The Farting Stone” (a Swedish and Finnish folktale) is one that the listeners requested quite often.
Kids can hardly believe an adult is making that taboo sound!
I think it was a sermon. Oops!
I think SOTB amused everyone in the family, until Mom and Dad realized we has taped over either a good sermon of Dad’s or a recording of David playing guitar (or both).