grandparents’ house wearing only a towel on a weekend when the sole clothing we brought along were being washed. My brother and I were goofing around and sitting on the front stairs of their rather large house (a Ohio farmhouse with several additions over an equivalent number of years), and I definitely recall discovering how “cool” it felt when the breeze blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what is this strange and amazing sensation?
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Click to viewYears later I recall going back to my room to change into pajamas and instead returning to the living room wrapped just in a soft comforter. My parents were both still awake and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we had at the time. I felt as “sneaky” as could be and as if I was getting away with something even by being nude underneath the comforter.
All these early experiences led up to a desire to being MORE naked, more commonly in more manners; ways I had just barely started to imagine. So, in my middle teens I purchased some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these really and actually enlarged my understanding of the potentials for going naked socially!!! Before I even tried it I had this notion that I would “love” it more than anything else I ‘d done in life, and that this new found preconception would take me past any sort of bookings or nervousness I might have about undressing.
http://nudism.name grinning folks of all ages in my books appeared so sincere and joyful that I really questioned what I had been missing out on for years! My entire life up to then judging by the ages of http://videonudism.com/amateur/family-photo-nudism.php in these photos, and I felt like this was a part of life being actively “hidden” from me! I do not believe a brief skinny-dip with my brother and a friend really counted, although it was fun and we also did some nude experimentation in sleeping over at the buddy’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing garments.
White Tail Park (subsequently, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal introduction and it couldn’t have been a better time! This was in the late 1980’s, Springtime and on a well attended weekend with RVs, campers, day visitors and permanent residents all present. It was an encounter equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was fortunate for such a great introduction.