Among my mother's pictures are several that show me nude as a child in our backyard, in the sprinkler, in a galvanized wash tub, running, etc, so I got an early start on the joys of no clothing. As I grew in a small farming community my cousins and I often played nude in the woods and swam nude together in the local river. It seems like boys and girls both started wearing swim suits about he age of 12-14 but all that early nudity stuck with me and I have taken advantage of every opportunity since to go clothes free.

I think the greatest advantage of growing up this way was learning early that boys and girls look different without clothes and accepting that as a natural thing rather than something to be amazed at. It didn't matter back then and still doesn't today. I just enjoy being nude and don't care if I am seen by men, women, children or whether those seeing me are clothed or nude.

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One of my earliest memories is of my aunt giving me a bath in a tub in the front yard of my grandmothers home. I was about four years old and felt sorry everyone else had to be wearing clothes.

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I was very fortunate as a child that my parents, though not nudists, simply tolerated my desire to be nude. It allowed me to be comfortable in my own skin and not confuse it with something wrong or dirty

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