What Was I Thinking?

I've seen alot of pictures of myself over the last fifty-two years, but this one kind of freaks me out. The original is really small--a little 2 X 3 BW glossy taken with a Kodak Brownie--so teeny and faded that you need a magnifying glass to definitively identify which sister it is (individual pics of middle kids are rare). I never looked at it that closely until my hunt for a baby shower picture uncovered some old family photos I either snitched or copied. The freak-out began when I scanned some of the pictures to my laptop. Surely you're more adept than I am at editing and formatting pictures, but I haphazardly zapped and zoomed until suddenly, I was being stared down by an 8 1/2 X 11 of my own mini-bugged-out eyeballs (adjacent to some elfin ears and a suspicious Vulcan-like hand signal)! Then I had this really odd feeling . . . what was I thinking? My earliest childhood memories are just "flashes" of my Grandaddy Everett eating pickles in a big chair with a lacey doilie on the headrest . . . guess I'll never know what was happening in that little grapefruit for the three years before that. Hmm . . .