Are we not the epitome of early 1970s cool? Check out my pants! My sister (who was not yet on the scene in that picture) says they look like bubblegum wrappers.
That's my cousin Julie's inchworm I'm sitting on. I loved that stupid worm. Little did I know on picture day that one day my sorrow at not having an inchworm of my own would be eclipsed by the trauma of my parents' refusal to provide me with an Easy-Bake Oven. Sigh . . .
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