Jacob, don't burn your metered responses replying to just this frame, it's just a story anyway.
At 5 I would walk up to total strangers in the neighborhood I saw doing laundry in the garage and ask if I could watch the washer run. At 12 my cousin's mom was out, came home and was horrified I had the pump of her Westy apart. No worries Aunt Maureen, I told her, just checking for socks, it goes right back together.
Folks would take me to the department store. I never wanted to traipse after them so they'd park me in the washer department knowing I would still be there when they were done. Back then, nobody worried about kidnappers and molesters, and the displays always had a see-thru model full of water churning poker chips.
At home I'd pull a chair in front of the Westy and watch entire cycles. Better than TV in those days. Replaced a timer at 10, uninstructed and unaided. There's at least one more Aspy here who mentioned how the sights and sounds of washing calmed them down. Yes, it does.