Well, for me, I came out of the closet at 13, after sitting inside of it for three years. It wasn't that I was hiding in there; rather, I didn't realize there was even a door that could be opened to the rest of the world. After I came out, a new family moved into the neighborhood, with two boys, Danny and Lachlan. Danny was three years younger than me, and his brother, Lachlan, was six years younger. Danny was unquestionably straight, but as we grew up together, I noticed that Lachlan was...different. He started acting shy and withdrawn around his male friends at school, as Danny reported his concerns about his brother to me. I asked Lachlan one day if something was bothering him, and he told me that he had a crush on his best friend at that time. They both knew that I was gay, from the beginning of our relationship, and it was never an issue for them. I told Lachlan that I would help him through whatever concerns or problems he had, and he eventually came out to his friends in Freshman year of high school. He now has a boyfriend, and they've been dating for nearly seven years. I've always tried to be an ally to others who are LGBT, and if I had to, I'd do it all over again.