When I was a child, my mother would turn into a clown two or three times a month

I heard something creepy on a radio segment called "Sorano" on Ijuin's show, specifically the broadcast on July 30th. It was a story from someone about when they were a little child, back when their mother used to give them rides on the back of a bicycle to daycare. Two or three times a month, the mother would turn into a clown. During breakfast, she was always her usual self, but after I finished eating and went outside to wait, on very rare occasions my mother would come out dressed as a clown. Her hairstyle and clothes were the same as always, but her face was painted white with star and diamond markings drawn on it, which terrified me. I had a huge phobia of clowns since I was little, to the point where I would cry just seeing a clown character at a restaurant or an amusement park. The clown mother acted entirely as if she were my normal mother. Because of that, even as a child I instinctively felt that "nothing good would ever come of asking her about the clown makeup," so I never brought it up. On the way to daycare, I hated looking at my mother's face, so I kept my head down and walked behind her, and before I knew it, we would arrive at the daycare. I had no idea what triggered my mother to become a clown, and I remember feeling depressed about it even as a child. Because of all this, I used to really hate my mother. However, as I grew up, the frequency of my mother turning into a clown decreased, and by the time I was in the oldest class at daycare, she stopped doing it altogether. The other day, when I turned 21, I secretly talked to my father about this. He said, "Don't be stupid, I was the one who was unemployed back then and taking you to and from daycare." According to him, he was unemployed when I was in daycare and handled the pick-ups and drop-offs every day, while my mother worked from morning till night as a temporary worker and never ate breakfast with us. Yet, I remember those days vividly and believe it wasn't a mistake in my memory. By the way, I haven't told my mother about this yet.