“As I grew up I loved to hear the sound of my mother’s cuckoo clock. When my first child was born, she was a very light sleeper. Each time I visited my mother’s house I would spend many hours trying to get my baby to sleep. All would be well until the sound of my mother’s cuckoo clock started echoing all over the house. This dreaded cuckoo came out of the clock every hour.
Every time the cuckoo came out bellowing the time, my baby daughter would awaken in her cot in a state of shock.
As she grew older she learned and understood that these sounds were not harmful to her.
In later life when she had children of her own, she bought herself a cuckoo clock.
She stopped the cuckoo chiming on the hour, but she loved the look of the clock because it triggered happy memories of spending holidays with her grandmother.