Although I really like reader Sarah A.'s commented imaginary scenario where I never moved from the position pictured previously, I have to ruin that scenario with this additional photo I found while going through some slides. I didn't mention before, but my costume in 1972 was constructed by the stoner son of my babysitter, Mrs. Early, and now in this shot the girl in front of me is carrying a huge syringe - it's like H.R. Pufnstuf in the Altered State of Druggachusetts, this 1972 Sauerkraut Days kiddie parade.