“Sound of Laughter” by Hersley
We’re primed to practice the generative power of laughter from our earliest years. As babies interact with their mothers, their laughter quadruples from three months of age to their first birthday. Interestingly, mothers laugh nearly twice as often in these interactions. By a baby’s second year, they laugh nearly as long and often as their mothers do, meaning the more mom laughs the more her child laughs!
Some scientists believe laughter was a precursor to language itself. As neuroscientist Jaak Panksepp explains,
“Neural circuits for laughter exist in very ancient regions of the brain, and ancestral forms of play and laughter existed in other animals eons before we humans came along with our ‘ha-ha-has’ and verbal repartee.”
Throughout life, from childhood on, most of our laughter comes from social interactions. Studies tell us we laugh 30 times more often in the presence of others than we do when we’re alone. Since laughter does so many good things for us, body and soul, it motivates us to spend time with the very people who make us happy. What a lovely feedback loop — instigating, reacting to, and inspiring more laughter —- bonding us to each other through delight.
Laughter can even become an epidemic. In 1962, three girls started giggling in Kashasha, a small town in what’s now Tanzania. It spread to 95 students in their school, lasting for hours. Within two weeks, similar laugh attacks infected kids in the nearby towns of Nshamba and Bukoba. It continued to spread, closing 14 schools before quarantines were enacted. It took 18 months before the epidemic slowed.
(In rare cases, you can laugh yourself to death.)
I am serious about all sorts of issues and will discuss them with you to death (a worse death, I’m sure, than death by laughter). But I’m also an unrepentant guffaw-er. I’m pretty sure this is a genetic condition, my very polite mother was also prone to fits of hilarity. Like her, I am capable of laughing normally, but sometimes I end up shrieking and cackling. Controlling such laughter is just about impossible. Once, as a teenager, I was swimming across a small lake with my friend Kathy. As we swam, we started laughing about how funny the other person looked swimming. Weakened by glee, we got to the point where we could only dog paddle in place. Seeing the other person dog paddling, wide-mouthed with laughter, made us laugh all the more. Soon we were barely able to keep our heads above water. After gulping too many mouthfuls of water, we finally staunched our laughter until we somehow managed to get ourselves onto dry land. There we lay exhausted, aware we’d nearly drowned, laughing again.
I mostly laugh about my own awkwardness (plenty of material there) like falling , eating a mouthful of dirt, and accidentally snorting in a stranger’s face. Snorting, by the way, got me laughing crazily the other day. For some reason Olivia was snorting with joy as Sam tossed her on the couch and for some reason that snorting set me off. I was trying to video this, but you can barely hear her snorts over my ridiculous shrieks.
Laughter’s contagious nature is more evidence that we humans are connected across all so-called boundaries. I’m writing about laughter today because my family has had a tough time lately and so has our country and so has our world. So I’ll leave you with these timely words by dear soul and wise sage, Bernie DeKoven. who writes in a post titled “Play, Laughter, Health, and Happiness,”
Playing and laughing together, especially when we play and laugh in public, for no reason, is a profound, and, oddly enough, political act.
Political, because when we play or dance or just laugh in public, people think there’s something wrong with us. It’s rude, they think. Childish. A disturbance of the peace.
Normally, they’d be right. Except now. Now, the peace has been deeply disturbed – everywhere, globally. And what those grown-ups are doing, playing, dancing, laughing in public is not an act of childish discourtesy, but a political act – a declaration of freedom, a demonstration that we are not terrorized, that terror has not won.
A Frisbee, in the hands of people in business dress in a public park, is a weapon against fear. A basketball dribbled along a downtown sidewalk, is a guided missile aimed at the heart of war. Playing with a yo-yo, a top, a kite, a loop of yarn in a game of cats’ cradle, all and each a victory against intimidation. Playing openly, in places of business, in places where we gather to eat or travel or wait, is a gift of hope, an invitation to sanity in a time when we are on the brink of global madness.
Yes, I admit, I am a professional advocate of public frolic. I am a teacher in the art of fun. I hawk my playful wares every time I get a chance, with every audience I can gather, war or peace.
But this is a unique moment in our evolution. America is no longer bounded by its boundaries. We are tied into a network of terror that crosses national divisions…
And I believe that we have far more powerful weapons than any military solution can offer us. And I believe that those weapons can be found in any neighborhood playground or toy store.
Like for play, laughter is also a political act, a declaration that fear and terrorism have not won. Incontrovertible evidence that there is hope.
May laughter’s gifts lift us all, together.
Laura Grace Weldon 
Ah, YES, dear Laura,
Laughter is so greatly needed in all sorts of situations! I hope your troubles — or at least your view of them — will ease soon. Been thinking of you and your family and sending positive thoughts with love.
“If we can’t laugh, what’s the point?” Dunno who coined this, but I use it all the time. It was my daughters who taught me this. I can recall once (more like, several, if not many times) that they laughed when I thought they should be serious about something. Turned out, their perspective on the situation was so much healthier than my own.
Thank you sharing your post and reminding us all that it’s totally cool to *lighten up.*
Love and hugs to you, dear friend! Amy
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“Your troubles — or at least your view of them…” Ah Amy, so wisely said. Our perspective has so much to do with it. I’m with your daughters, might as well laugh. Children have so much to teach us, especially when we get out of the way of our own desire to them THEM.
thanks dear!
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I almost took umbrage at your omission of snorts among your risible antics, but saw that Olivia has it all covered. Snorters of the world, UNTIE!
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You and Olivia and I are snorters three.
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Laughter is definitely the best defense against terror that I’ve ever heard of! Laughter is pro all good things! Life, love, and laughter! For God’s sake, let’s laugh!
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The first two made me smile, but your out-of-control cackling in the last one had me shaking with laughter of my own. I had to stop the video; the Husband was looking at me in astonishment, and I was spilling my coffee. I’ll be going back to it later when I’m alone and can enjoy it more fully! Laughter that makes your belly hurt is the best kind… 🙂
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If you just listen to my cackling w/o the visuals, you can pretty much imagine the sound comes from some heretofore undiscovered creature high in the treetops. An annoyingly loud creature….
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I’ll imagine a creature which is brilliantly feathered and coloured, then, rather than one with long arms, fur and a tail… I prefer you as a bird! And many of ours are far, far worse. Kookaburras, sulphur crested cockatoos, my own personal hate, stone curlews, which sound like a woman being murdered at night…
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Oooh, I like being a bird!
I had to look up the stone curlew call. I can see where that might get on one’s nerves…. It’s the 17 year cycle of cicadas around here. A rasping sort of racket. Do you have them in Australia?
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We do indeed. It can be quite deafening, especially combined with the frogs in full song. Night in the Australian tropics… not a quiet place.
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Perhaps that explains why you’re drawn to the whirrr of a sewing machine.
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My sewing machine is a miracle of quiet running by comparison, and besides, I can stop it anytime, unlike the millions of noisy little buggers out there!
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I was loving this post even before I found myself quoted in it. And that’s saying a lot!!!
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I suspect, sir, that you’ve been known to cackle wildly a time or two…
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Thanks for this post. Made me realize I haven’t had a really good laugh in a long time…. I’m going to have to try to make it a weekly thing somehow with my daughter…. We both need it! Maybe I should start living the life of a practical joker…. A nice one 🙂
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Years ago I wrote a piece about keeping Life Lists, the way birders do except for what we want to take more notice of in our own lives. One list I suggested was a belly laugh list. You know those good laughs we have and then, in no time, we’ve forgotten what the heck we found so funny? Such a list would keep those in times alive in our memories. I still like the idea, still haven’t started the darn list.
As for seeking out good laughs with your daughter, I suggest you dig into the resources Bernie DeKoven (quoted above) offers on his site. These are strangely fascinating games great for two people on up to groups. Since you’re a teacher as well, I suspect you’d find a number of them great for indoor recess or other times open for fun. Here’s the link:
http://www.deepfun.com/othergames/
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Glorious piece, Laura, and truly so needed in our time. I love imagining you laughing uncontrollably and snorting in a stranger’s face. 😉 Keep up the writing and the living as beautifully as you do.
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Thank you Jessica! (And I dearly hope that stranger found the snort as funny as I did.)
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Every time I laugh really hard, I end up crying! xox
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There’s a fine line between the two. A hard cry or a hard laugh both leave us feeling washed through and bleached out a bit, like laundry ready to be clipped by the shoulders to a clothesline in the sun.
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