Me, as the Collegeville Frankenstein.

I think I was in second grade, maybe first (which would make it 1975) at the rather-liberal-but-still-pretty-darn-Catholic St. Pius X. I was dragged out of my class and forced to have this pic taken in another grade's classroom.

My mother made the scarecrow, hence I was granted the dubious honor of posing with it in front of older kids I didn't know. You can see the embarrassment in my feet, curdled into a strange, abashed rictus. Also evident is the fact that no combs were available at St. Pius, although it's entirely possible I left the house looking like that.
(See the Collegeville Frankenstein in a Toys R Us ad, plus your fledgeling Non-Parader as a hobo in this other post over here...)