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 rather large house (a Ohio farmhouse with several additions over an equal variety of years), and I certainly recall seeing how “cool” it felt when the wind blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what is this odd and wonderful sensation? Years afterwards I 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 of these early encounters led up to http://yzaxe.com to being MORE nude, more commonly in more manners; ways I had just barely begun to envision. So, in my middle teens I purchased some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these actually and truly expanded my comprehension of the potentials for going bare 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 type of reservations or nervousness I might have about undressing.
The grinning people of all ages in my novels appeared so honest and happy that I really questioned what I had been missing out on for many years!
My entire life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest children in these photographs, and I felt like this was part of life being actively “concealed” from me! I don’t believe a short skinny dip with my brother and a friend really counted, although it was fun and we also did some nude experimentation in sleeping over at the buddy’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing clothing.
White Tail Park (then, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal intro and it 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 encounter equalling my readings, imagination and http://beach-patrol.biz and so I was lucky for such a great intro.