related to nudism, that’s for sure! 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 older I remember a few occasions when my brother and I changed in exactly 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 desired the suits for the wash.
Grandmother never made a fuss about seeing our nude bottoms. Why would she? Finally I began comprehending that nakedness was something unique and there was seemingly a reason folks did not do it all over.

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This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I assume. Along this time there are a few wispy memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in just a towel, which was probably after swimming. There’s one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the rear garage door. He came to a halt in the end of the garage, close to the road, where a handful of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing a car! That affair was a family event that was talked about for a long time, and neither the neighbors or http://x-nudists.com said anything to us. I’m sure he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were seeing, and we were only children!
If I ‘d just understood then what I know now, I’d have been “streaking” way more than my brother and likely would have invented a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them somewhere. Years afterwards and several states away from my grandparents home, I remember skinny dipping with my brother and 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.
Symbol, being the oldest of the bunch, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut-off shorts out after a few seconds. I think I went in second and didn’t need to walk home in soaking wet cutoffs, so http://voy-zone.com 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 lads. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “improper” about it. I also recall my mother and step father once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and asking 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 later that I was introduced to printed literature on nudism.