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 had no idea back then. As I got a little older I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I transformed in exactly the same downstairs utility room, but I think that was because we were in a rush to go somewhere else or when grandma was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Nanny never made a fuss about seeing our nude buttocks. Why would she? Finally I started comprehending that nakedness was something particular and there was apparently a reason folks didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I assume. Along this time there are a number of vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in only a towel, which was probably after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the back garage door. He came to a halt in 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 am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were just children!
If I ‘d just knew then what I know now, I’d 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 and a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our flats and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through http://shockingtown.com from one fishing spot to another.
Symbol, being the earliest of the group, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cutoff shorts out after a couple of instants. I believe I went in second and didn’t wish 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 , http://nudistszone.com recall my mother and step-father once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and asking both my brother and I if we would go to a nude beach with them. This never happened though.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that I was presented to printed literature on nudism.