Living at my grandmothers, I had this red trike. I remember taking it apart in the living room of her house and getting grease all over the floor. Boy was she (and my Mom) mad! Luckily they were able to clean it all up, and it didn’t leave a stain. After that, I remember spending a lot of time in a very dark room in the back corner of the house, I think it was the bedroom I shared with my mother. I remember listening to the sound of a lot of running water from the other side of the wall, which was the main bathroom for the house.