related to nudism, that is for russian nudists ! Changing into or out of swim suit as a kid, and particularly 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 few 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 wanted the suits for the wash.
Grandmother never made a fuss about seeing our nude bottoms. Why would she? Eventually I began comprehending that nakedness was something unique and there was seemingly a reason folks didn’t do it all over.
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Click to viewThis would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I guess. Along this time there are a couple of vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in just a towel, which was likely 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, close to the road, where a number of http://wnude.com/nude-beach.html were outside across the street washing an automobile! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for decades, 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 seeing, and we were just kids!
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 someplace. Years afterwards and several states away from my grandparents home, I recall skinny-dipping with my brother and also 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 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 cutoff shorts out after several moments. I believe I went in second and did not need 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 plane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a fairly clear view of us boys. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “improper” about it. In addition , I remember my mom and step-father once mentioning a possible 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 happened though.
It wasn’t until about ten years after that I was presented to printed literature on nudism.