because I’ve had nudist experience over my life which didn’t really appear like nudist experiences.
At about 8, my dad, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cabin, but a mobile home out in the woods. It was fantastic, it was exhilarating and it made my dad and uncle look so ‘wild and awesome’. That occurred a couple of times over a few years.
My dad passed away when I was 12. My uncle/aunt were not nudists, nor even clothing optional – only relaxed. They had a pool and skinny dipping was the norm (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we would roam in the house still naked, which after http://xnudists.com , looked just exhilarating.
My mom and I moved to a home in a busy suburb two years after, but it had a privacy fence and fine small in-ground pool. Naturally, I skinny-dipped always, and once fall and winter arrived, would go nude a few hours each day inside. The subsequent summer when we opened the pool, I was always allowed to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) began skinny dipping. There was always an additional sense of independence when going bare with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to start the day the best possible method, understanding my mother was still in the house. It wasn’t so much that I was being more bold, more that I was simply more comfortable, and wanted not to be ‘slipping’ around in the nude. At first, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a major issue of it, asking me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I ‘d come in wrapped only in a towel. It was a nonevent, because once I left the pool and sat across from her, we began talking about my father, and her telling me how he loved going nude.
It might have been the first, really actual dialogue about my father we had since he died.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she needed to join me for a swim. She said she’d be out later and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was only tranquil and completely open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, buddies, then movies, music and things I ‘d never presume to only ‘chat’ about with my mom. It was sort of an overcast day, along with http://videonudism.com/beach put a stop to the time that had flew by to our amazement. I said I despised we had to go in, and she merely picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the rest of the day interior in a new routine of liberation.
So, there are three moments in time for me, and I do not even consider them my first encounter. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but that is another story and I’ve all ready defined the notion of ‘long-winded’.