In the house behind mine was a single mother and her two daughters. The first time I saw them they were doing laundry and I was sort of half watching when the mother just pulled her shirt up over her head and put it in the washer. She called the daughters, one my age, one older and they did the same. Another time I was floating on my back in my pool looking up at the stars. The older daughter was home from college and was just coming out of the shower. She tried to pull the shade down but it was broken. She couldn't have seen me but I was nervous just the same. I just stayed quiet because if I moved she would know I was there and assume I had seen. I stayed while she did her hair and makeup and got dressed. I think that was when I realized I liked girls.