related to nudism, that’s for sure! Changing into or out of swim suit as http://rudenudist.com , and especially at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little older I remember a few occasions when my brother and I transformed in the same downstairs utility room, but I think that was because we were in a rush to go somewhere else or when grandmother was about to do laundry and needed the suits for the wash.
Nanny never made a fuss about seeing our nude butts. Why would she? Eventually I started comprehending that nakedness was something special and there was seemingly a reason people didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I assume. Along this time there are a few vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in only a towel, which was probably after swimming. There’s one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the rear garage door. He came to a halt in the end of the garage, close to the road, where a handful of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing a car! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for years, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am sure he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were seeing, and we were only children!
If I ‘d only knew 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. Years later and several states away from my grandparents home, I recall skinny-dipping with my brother as well as 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 http://nudismnudist.com fishing spot to another.
Mark, being the earliest of the bunch, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut off shorts out after a few instants. I believe I went in second and did not want to walk home in soaking wet cut offs, so I removed mine before going into the water. We all thought this was quite daring because of being in clear view of a local international airport’s runway. Anyone looking out the windows of a airplane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a pretty clear view of us boys. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. In addition , I remember my mom and stepfather once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and inquiring 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.