This was me, aged seven or eight, fully decked out as a turd and being made to stare into the blinding rays of the sun.
I hated Brownies with a passion and the group leaders didn't like me either. I kept asking questions a young lady shouldn't be asking; "Why should I want to get a badge for doing stuff that I don't like doing?" "Why should I want to help my mother around the house and not want to help my dad?" "Why do all the girls with all the right badges and stars and bars act like self-righteous little bullying twats?" Ok, maybe not worded quite like that but I do remember thinking stuff along those lines. I also remember wondering why I shouldn't be asking these questions.
So that was one of my few forays into social conformity; it didn't take. ;-)