I hate loud noises and things that are hard to tune out. I don't like being in a car with the music blasting, I hate that screeching noise the T makes when it pulls away, I don't like the television to be too loud, the noise my alarm clock makes my skin crawl, and I don't like the sound of the vacuum when it first turns on. The only loud noises that I don't mind are sirens. I've always lived in the city, so I'm used to hearing sirens every hour or so.
I've always liked the noises of high heel shoes on hard surfaces, I'm not sure what it is I like about the sound, though. I like the sound of a train's whistle because I lived fairly close to the Lowell train station. Throughout the summer I could always hear it at night, for some reason it's a very comforting sound. I also like the sound pebbles make when you walk through them.
When I was younger I paid more attention to sounds. I remember listening to the blood swish through my ears when I was little and wondering what that sound was. Sometimes I'd make words out of the crunching of my food, like, I'd crunch Mary has a Little Lamb or something.
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