Started going nude when I moved to Arizona in the late '70's. Loved the warm, dry weather there and would stay naked ALL weekend. Would spend evenings on the patio (nude) so my whole body could take in the delightful feeling.
Would walk in the rain in the backyard at night, since the fence was high enough so the neighbors could not see me.
Now 35 years later I spend as much time as I can w/o clothes.
Been to Little Beach on Maui and getting my "Bucket List" together to visit as many nude beaches as I can.
I guess i always have been nude in family but I remember it from the age of 4; we lived in south france spring was hot in this early 60's and I remember the woman (who raised me up to 8) and her daughter (they were around 55 and 14 y old) and me nude on the back part of house
When I was a child my best friend lived a few houses down the road from me. Everytime I went over there in the morning, after I knocked on the door I always had to wait for them "to get dressed". The idea that they were nudists was not something that I would have known at that age. I just had the idea that they always slept late and had to change their clothes. Then one summer when I was around 7 or 8 my friend who was a year or two older then me was not home but his sister was who was a year or two younger then me. We had played together before but not that often. That morning "Beth" came outside to play with me. It was a warm summer morning and every weekend they would go camping. So it seemed that they always had their tent up to air out. A natural attaction for us kids. Sitting in the tent on the ground with the tent flaps wide open Beth begain talking about their weekly, weekend camping trips. How it would take them a long time to get to the campground. How her and her bother would head towards the pool while their folks would set up the tent and campsite. They always used the same sight so they would leave lawn chairs and such there for the week. I asked if they waited to change into their bathing suits ( inside of the tent ) before they went to the pool. I was a little confused and could not understand how they could just jump out of the car and use the pool. That is when Beth told me that they don't wear bathing suits. Now as a child I just figured that they jumped in with there clothes on. I know that was a no-no at my parents house/ inground pool. Beth then went on to tell me that they don't wear ANY clothes to swim in. To this day I can remember how she sounded degusted with that comment. Like- You just DON'T wear clothes to go swimming. That summer was the waking point for me as to what nudism was. Later on during the summer I remember looking at family photos that Beth and her bother showed me taken during that summer. It was the first time that I saw a nude female form. Some of Beth, some of her mother, some of other people of different ages. Some of her brother and father. All nude and all taken outdoors !! What a eye opener for me. It was that late summer and the years that followed that I became a secret nudist. The following year they moved away. Her parents getting teaching jobs closer to there summer camp. But every chance I got grow up the rest of those years I tried to be clothes free.
I was 8. I had been raised to not let anyone see me nude. My mom remarried and he and his kids were already nudist so my sister brothers and I were kind of pushed into it with him and his kids. Was very freaky being nude with people I really didnt know.
Oh, I guess I was seven. Raised in a textile family, I hated to sleep in pajamas. Preferred clothes free. Still do. =)
During my teenage years, a girl with whom I was on the brink of ‘going steady’ was teased by her friends about having been to a “nudist camping” with her parents that summer. Of course, they meant to embarrass her in front of me. It didn’t quite work out the way they planned it, though. She just explained her preference for the word “naturist”, while I was more delighted than shocked — and to her relief, I said it didn’t make any difference. Nice memory. =)
After that, I’ve enjoyed going bare whenever I have the opportunity, though only these last years have I taken the first steps toward being naked in front of others, at the beach. Guess I was a bit shy for that, but it turned out all right. I didn’t feel a bit ashamed — to my own pleasant surprise. =)
31 ... and by accident. I was with my nephew at the beach. He saw a friend (together with his parents). I was unaware of the fact we walked to a naturist beach. This friend and his parents took their clothes off. My nephew did that too. So I joined them, bit strange to start with, but enjoyed it :)
I'd just started senior school, year 7 as they call it now, and had been raised by textiles.
When I saw that the majority of the rest of the boys stripped without being ashamed, and we were all pretty much the same, I realised that nudity was nothing to worry about.
i was about 10 yo when i got busted walking nakled in my parents house by my aunt.
My parents didnt liked me te be naked so i had to do it secretly.
My aunt was a nudists and she told me that when i wanted to be nude i could come over to her and uncles farm to be nude with them.
I had a great childhood with them and they took me to the nude beach for the first time and i loved it ever since.
I was four. At that time, we lived in Windsor, Ont., Canada. My dad would take my brother and me swimming at the old YWCA in Windsor. It was all male on Fridays. This was during WWII. We were absolutely not allowed to wear swimsuits. There were men and boys from babes to those in their 80s in the pool all naked.
Ever since, I've been into casual nudity whenever possible.