I remember my first experiences with being naked had nothing

to do with nudism, that is for sure! Changing into or out of swim suit as a kid, and particularly at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little old I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I transformed in exactly the same downstairs utility room, but I believe that was because we were in a rush to go someplace else or when grandmother was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Grandma never made a fuss about seeing our naked booties. Why would she? Eventually I began understanding that nakedness was something particular and there was seemingly a reason people didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I guess. Along this time there are a number of dim memories of sitting around my grandparents house enveloped in only a towel, which was likely after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the home and out the back garage door. He came to a halt at the end of the garage, near the road, where a couple of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing a car! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for a long time, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and http://wnude.com were only kids!
If I ‘d only understood then what I know now, I would have been “streaking” way more than my brother and likely would have invented a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them someplace.

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Years later and several states away from my grandparents home, I recall skinny dipping with my brother along with a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our flats and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through the woods from one fishing spot to another.
Symbol, being the earliest of the bunch, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cutoff shorts out after several seconds. I think I went in second and didn’t wish to walk home in soaking wet cut-offs, so I removed mine before going into the water. We all thought this was http://yzaxe.com daring because of being in clear view of a local international airport’s runway. Anyone looking out the windows of a plane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a pretty clear view of us lads. We had great fun that summer and there was nothing “improper” about it. I also recall my mother and step-father once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern coast, and asking both my brother and I if we’d go to a nude beach with them. This never occurred though.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that I was introduced to printed literature on nudism.

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