to do with nudism, that is for sure! Changing into or out of swim suit as a child, and particularly at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little old I remember some occasions when my brother and I changed in the same downstairs utility room, but I believe that was because we were in a rush to go somewhere else or when grandma was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Grandma never made a fuss about seeing our nude buttocks. Why would she?
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ViewFinally I started comprehending that nakedness was something unique and there was seemingly a reason folks didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I guess. Along this time there are a couple of wispy memories of sitting around my grandparents house enveloped in only a towel, which was likely after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the back garage door. He came to a halt at the end of the garage, close to the road, where a handful of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing an automobile! That function was a family event that was talked about for many years, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were only children!
If I had only understood then what I know now, I’d have been “streaking” way more than my brother and probably would have devised a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them someplace. Years later and several states away from my grandparents home, I remember skinny dipping with my brother as well as a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our apartments and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through the woods from one fishing spot to another.
Symbol, being the oldest of the group, said http://skinnudist.com was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut off shorts out after a couple of seconds. I believe I went in second and did not want to walk home in soaking wet cutoffs, so I 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 pretty clear view of us boys. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. I also recall my mom and stepfather once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern coastline, and inquiring both my brother and I if we would go to a nude beach with them. This never occurred though.
It was not until about ten years later that I was presented to printed literature on nudism.