My Granny and Papaw carried me to church with them when I was a kid. My Papaw was a deacon (Baptist) for years. They had hardwood uncushioned pews back then. I had a little gas one trip I guess, and it would absolutely reverberate off those pews. It was amazing, almost like an amplifier, and the "popping" was clearly heard. I just realized that I'm still impressed by what I did. My grandparents were not. I got a whoopin. Everybody thought it was funny but me. Stupid church.