Why am I the way I am?

I don't know, but unrelated to that question...

This is me as a child, dressed as the American flag, leading a prairie wagon made of my rocking horse and red wagon, and in the back (not pictured) was a tow hitch carrying a trailing oversized copy of the Constitution made from cardboard and paper mache with the original text sharpied on in my handwriting that didn't last for the entirety of the parade.

And look at my dad's knee-highs and self-cutoffs.