My first time with any kind of “real” nudity was hanging out at my

grandparents’ house wearing only a towel on a weekend when the sole 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 several add-ons over an equivalent variety of years), and I certainly remember noticing how “cool” it felt when the wind blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what is this strange and wonderful sense? 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. My parents were and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we had at the time.

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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 led up to a want to being MORE nude, more often in more manners; manners I ‘d 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 understanding of the potentials for going nude socially!!! Before I even attempted it I had this thought that I ‘d “love” it more than anything else I ‘d 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 novels seemed so sincere and happy that I actually questioned what I was missing out on for many years! My whole 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 “hidden” from me! I do not believe 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 buddy’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing clothes.
White Tail Park (afterward, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal introduction 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 encounter equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was blessed for such a great introduction.

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