grandparents’ house wearing just a towel on a weekend when the only clothes we brought along were being washed. My brother and I were goofing around and sitting on the front stairs of their fairly big house (a Ohio farmhouse with many additions over an equivalent variety of years), and I certainly remember discovering how “cool” it felt when the wind blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what’s this strange and wonderful sensation? Years 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. http://ournudism.com/young-nudist-video.html were both still awake and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we’d 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 of these early experiences led up to a desire to being MORE naked, more frequently in more manners; manners I had just barely begun to envision.

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So, in my middle teens I ordered some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these really and truly enlarged my understanding of the potentials for going naked socially!!! Before I even tried it I had this idea that I would “love” it more than anything else I ‘d done in life, and that this new found preconception would carry me past any kind of bookings or nervousness I might have about undressing.
The smiling individuals of all ages in my novels seemed click and joyful that I actually wondered what I had been missing out on for many years! My whole life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest children in these photos, and I felt like this was a portion of life being actively “concealed” from me! I really don’t think a short skinny-dip with my brother and a friend actually counted, although it was fun and we also did some naked experimentation in sleeping over at the friend’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing garments.
White Tail Park (afterward, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal launch and it could not 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 experience equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was blessed for such a great introduction.