Actually I spoke with my mother and turns out I mixed things up. It was the incident with me after which passers-by scolded my mother, and what happened was that my mother went to the grocery with me in a babycar, parked the babycar outside, but the babycar rolled away and fell over on the tram tracks. My mother was perplexed because she remembered braking the car. So, maybe it was really me?...

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}