related to nudism, that is for sure! Transforming into or out of swim suit as a kid, and especially at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I really had no idea back then. As I got a little old I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I transformed in the same downstairs utility room, but I believe that was because we were in a hurry to go somewhere else or when grandmother was about to do laundry and desired the suits for the wash.
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Check itGranny never made a fuss about seeing our naked bottoms. Why would she? Finally I started comprehending that nakedness was something unique and there was seemingly a reason people didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I suppose. Along this time there are a number of young nudists pics of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in just a towel, which was probably after swimming. There’s one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the home and out the back garage door. He came to a halt at the end of the garage, near the road, where a handful of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing an automobile! 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’m sure he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were just kids!
If I ‘d just understood then what I know now, I would have been “streaking” way more than my brother and probably would have devised a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them somewhere. Years after and several states away from my grandparents home, I recall skinny-dipping with my brother along with a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our apartments and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through the woods from one fishing spot to another.
Mark, being the oldest of the group, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut-off shorts out after a few moments. I believe I went in second and didn’t 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 http://videonudism.com/amateur/family-photo-nudism.php of a plane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a fairly clear view of us lads. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. I also recall my mother and step-father once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern coastline, and asking both my brother and I if we’d go to a nude beach with them. This never happened though.
It was not until about ten years after that I was introduced to printed literature on nudism.