Though I Have considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I’m 41) I

actually started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do remember that my parents view of it was not favorable.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my dad went to work regular.
I started by being nude inside the house while they were gone to work. Usually I would only do things anyone might do but I ‘d do it bare. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this point I should describe my area. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they built the area they didn’t include an street. At anna kournikova beach there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story after), some trees, and also a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with only a wire fence dividing the lawns. This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on both sides. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be observed. The front yard was average sized with a drive and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area street.
My first encounters going outside bare were in my backyard when my parents were gone. So I made the decision to find more ways to be bare outside more often. Which meant I needed to locate a means to be naked when my parents were home.
I made the decision to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I suppose that didn’t matter. It would have simply seemed to them like another one of those silly thoughts I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I guess had actually been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a catastrophe indoors. Decades of dirt and crap had piled up. Once it was clean (to utilize the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the perspective of the neighbors.
But none of this was enough for me. So I chose to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window bare at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the house using a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and noticed I was not in the room. Slowly I began to walk further and further into the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows.
But this was not the biggest danger I took. At this time I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and around the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence solely for the experience. Anything to improve the sense of being naked. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well.
Now comes the extremely foolish element of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the garbage outside while bare. Perhaps I was nave and thought I could only get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of getting caught. Recall there was not an alley so rubbish pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the road taking a bag of garbage. And would not you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a moment. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was trendy. Boy was I wrong.
Upon my return as I was dropped off by a buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they frequently did when the weather was pleasant. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who had phoned the authorities. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t discuss and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They just couldn’t comprehend why I would do something like this. So this ended my outdoor nudist teen experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be naked inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted societal naturism as really being a large part of my own life.
Now whenever the temperature allows I am nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I am participating in societal nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.

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