My first time with any sort of “actual” nudity was hanging out at my

grandparents’ house wearing only a towel on a weekend when the sole clothing we brought along were being washed. My brother and I were goofing around and sitting on the front stairs of their rather large house (a Ohio farmhouse with several additions over an equivalent variety of years), and I certainly remember noticing how “cool” it felt when the wind blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what’s this odd and wonderful sense?

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Years afterwards I recall going back to my room to change into pajamas and instead returning to the living room wrapped just in a soft comforter. My parents were both still awake and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we’d at the time. I felt as “sneaky” as could be and as if I was getting away with something even by being nude underneath the comforter.
All of these early encounters led up to a want to being MORE naked, more frequently in more ways; ways I ‘d just barely started to imagine. So, in my middle teens I ordered some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these actually and actually expanded my understanding of the potentials for going http://nudism.name/nudism.html !!! Before I even attempted it I had this idea that I would “love” it more than anything else I had done in life, and that this new found preconception would take me past any type of reservations or nervousness I might have about undressing.
The smiling people of all ages in http://nudistrude.com looked so sincere and joyful that I really questioned what I had been missing out on for many years! My whole life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest children in these pictures, and I felt like this was a portion of life being actively “hidden” from me! I don’t believe a short skinny-dip with my brother and a friend really counted, although it was fun and we also did some naked experimentation in sleeping over at the buddy’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing clothes.
White Tail Park (subsequently, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal intro and it couldn’t have been a better time! This was in the late 1980’s, Springtime and on a well attended weekend with RVs, campers, day visitors and permanent residents all present. It was an encounter equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was lucky for such a great intro.