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

really started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I really don’t remember. Since I was raised in an extremely traditional family I do remember that my parents opinion of it wasn’t positive.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my father went to work everyday. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I began by being naked in the home while they were gone to work. Generally I’d just do stuff anyone might do but I would do it nude. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside bare.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. was a little larger than half an acre. When they assembled the neighborhood they didn’t contain an alley. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story later), some trees, and also a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other houses with just a wire fence separating 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 seen. The front yard was typical sized with a drive and no fencing or privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different neighborhood road.
My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. So I decided to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to locate a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I think that did not matter. It’d have simply looked to them like another one of those crazy thoughts I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I suspect had truly been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a calamity inside. Decades of dirt and trash had piled up. Once it was clean (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to make it private. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the view of the neighbors. I actually don’t understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while bare.
So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started scaling 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. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while naked. The only danger 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 yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there was not any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows.
But this wasn’t the largest danger I took. Currently I also stopped utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I made the decision to walk out the front door bare, in broad day, and across the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence only for the encounter. Anything to improve the sensation of being bare. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the extremely foolish element of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the trash outside while bare. Maybe I was nave and thought I could only get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of the danger of getting caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so garbage pick up occurred in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of trash. And wouldn’t you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool.
After that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who had phoned the cops. But when they spoke to the children 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 thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They simply couldn’t understand why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outdoor nudist adolescent ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I would still sometimes be nude in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house nude. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my religion and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted social naturism as being a big part of my entire life.
Now whenever the temperature permits I’m naked at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I’m participating in societal nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.

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