I am Geoff from Australia. I’m 47 now, but, like you, realised that I was a nudist when I was in my early teens.

Our house was very little. I remember bathing with one of my brothers, Garry, right up to my early adolescents. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, also bathed together. At all other times, however, we wore clothes, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was frequently only short pants and undies. My sister constantly wore a shirt as well. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic history. I have never seen her nude.
I do recall all of us lads and dad showering nude in the dressing sheds at the seashore, and how frequently there were guys sunbaking naked in the open courtyard in the centre of the dressing pavillion. I didn’t think anything was wrong with that. When I was 12, I was at high school and my class went to the seashore for an excursion. I remember one of my classmates (his name was Geoff too!) taking off his swimmers and skinny dipping in a rock pool. I wasn’t quite game enough to do that, but I did have a very powerful desire to swim naked.
While I didn’t swim nude, I did sleep naked. I had wear pyjamas to bed, then take them off. They always appeared worn because I’d shove view down below the covers. I was never comfortable if I needed to sleep in pyjamas.
I didn’t know anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was strange or something, but I started to go naked at home when everyone else was out. I almost got caught naked by an aged guy who used to see us regularly. I ‘d actually gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I needed to dart back in quickly, close the door, and act like no one was home!
Another thing I did was to go to bed after than anyone else. It became my job to lock up the back door during the night prior to going to sleep. I utilized this as the opportunity to be nude, even in the middle of winter. I adored being bare under the stars! Sometimes, I’d walk or run around the block nude (I’d have been about 15-17 when I did this). It was a little daring, going by the houses of all neighbours who understood me so well, with not a stitch on! I’d never had the courage (unlike other young people whose stories are on this site) to tell my parents I needed to go nude. We camped in the grounds of the neighborhood Catholic primary school and there were several beaches nearby. One night, wearing only a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the seashores. I immediately took them away, and ran into the water naked. It was fantastic! I decided to remain naked after finishing my swim, and walked up from the beach to the nearby road. I determined to put my swimmers down in a location I’d recall, so I really could chicken out. Would you believe I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a couple of car drivers honked, but streakers were fairly common then!
It was likewise great to see that there were girls who loved being nude too!

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