She was the 4 year old flower girl in a wedding, positioned at the edge of the platform with the wedding party facing the front of the church. In her peach colored floor-length dress she stood alone, quietly watching the ceremony.
During a special musical number she sat her flower basket on the floor, and slowly pulled up her dress, tucked it under one arm, pulled up her slip and tucked it under the same arm. Then she scratched her bottom inside her underpants. She pulled the slip and dress back down and picked up her flower basket.
Not once did it ever dawn on her there was an audience seated facing her. She only knew no one in front was watching her, so she was "safe."
How often do we think we are alone and so make a choice thinking no one will ever know, only to discover an audience watched it all?