Boy Next Door Caught Me Using A Rabbit
--- By Becky Romero ---
As embarrassments go, it certainly wasn't the end of the world. I had - and would have - worse moments.
Living under the same roof with my mom, two brothers and stepdad while growing up made me careful at home, door closed or not (especially since brothers have a habit of not respecting a closed door anyway).
But when I was alone, that was a different story. As a teenager, I'd lay on my bed in my second story room with my a certain battery-powered device, never thinking that the little 12-year old brat next door, Herbie Vogel, could see me from the tree he must have climbed in his parents backyard whose branches stretched up next to my bedroom window.
I only found out he did so after he bragged about it to some of his friends at school. He was a couple grades below me and I was graduating 8th grade in about a month, so the teasing wasn't too awful - more of a whispering sort of thing that I, of course, denied but everyone knew the brat was probably telling the truth.
But it sucked later when I found out he had spied on me more than once, including with a friend of his. Thankfully the little pervert-in-training moved away in about a year.