Though I’ve considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I am 41) I

actually began down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I really don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents opinion of it wasn’t positive. So I’m fairly sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my father went to work everyday. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I began by being nude within the house while they were gone to work. Normally I’d just do things anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside naked.
Now I should describe my area. It was an older blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they did not comprise an alley. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, plus a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On each side of the back yard were other homes with only a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a drive and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood road.
My first encounters going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I chose to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I imagine that did not matter. It’d have simply appeared to them like another one of these crazy notions I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I suppose had truly been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and trash had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a sizable open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I really don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made a decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the home with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The only risk was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further in the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the biggest danger I took. Right now I also quit utilizing to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door naked, in broad day, and around the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to improve the sensation of being nude. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the truly foolish part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the garbage out while naked. Maybe I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of the risk of being caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so rubbish pick up happened in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of garbage. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I did not understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they generally did when the weather was fine. But when I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who had phoned the police. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t discuss and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and didn’t approve of nudism. They simply could not comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outside nudist adolescent ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be nude in while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In reality, I learned that they really go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a household nudist I taken societal naturism as really being a large part of my own life.
Today whenever the temperature allows I am naked at home. I have written for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts.

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