I was peeked at today, in the camping grounds' shower facilities. Still wet, I was busy untangling my hair, and in the mirror saw the smiling faces of two little girls behind the not quite closed door.
"He saw us!" one yelled - they disappeared, and that was that.

I have, to my knowledge, never been subject to that before, nor expected I would be. Also, for sure, I'm not upset. It makes me think, somehow, of Italian filmmaking. Childhood depicted, young boys who would sneak-peek together at a girl 10 years or so their senior, mouths open as she undressed.
She would spot them of course, and chase them off, not angrily, but smiling, and so one of them would instead steal her panties from the washroom, and later happily fall asleep, wearing them over his face.
Those were good days.