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 staircase of their fairly large house (a Ohio farmhouse with many add- family nudist photos over an equal number of years), and I certainly remember noticing how “cool” it felt when the breeze blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what is this strange and wonderful sensation? http://nudebeachpicture.net remember 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 conscious 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 naked underneath the comforter.
All these early encounters led up to a want to being MORE naked, more frequently in more ways; manners I had just barely begun to imagine. So, in my middle teens I purchased some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these actually and actually enlarged my comprehension of the potentials for going nude socially!!! Before http://voyeurwebz.com tried it I had this idea that I would “love” it more than anything else I had done in life, and that this new found preconception would take me past any sort of bookings or nervousness I might have about undressing.
The smiling individuals of all ages in my books looked so honest and happy that I really wondered what I had been missing out on for a long time! My entire life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest kids in these pictures, and I felt like this was a portion of life being actively “concealed” from me! I do not think a brief skinny dip with my brother and a friend actually counted, although it was fun and we also did some naked experimenting in sleeping over at the friend’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 social launch and http://hqnudism.com 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 experience equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was fortunate for such a great introduction.

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