really started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I actually don’t remember. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents opinion of it wasn’t favorable. So I am quite confident doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mom while my dad went to work everyday. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I began by being naked in the house while they were gone to work. Usually I’d only do things anyone might do but I would do it naked. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside naked.
Now I should describe my area. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they constructed the area they did not include an alley. At the far back there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story later), some trees, as well as a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the back. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with just a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was http://nudistsnude.com with a driveway and no fencing or privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different area road.
My first experiences going outside naked were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I presumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I made a decision to find more ways to be nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a method to be bare when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it would be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have http://nudist-video.net/naked-body-it-just-got-hotter-at-the-nude-beach.html think that did not matter. It’d have just seemed to them like another one of these ridiculous thoughts I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I suspect had actually 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. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to use the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large open part that faced a neighbor’s house. 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 additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I really don’t understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or read ing while bare.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made the decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began climbing out my bedroom window bare at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The single threat was if my parents chose to check on me and noticed I was not in the room. Gradually I began to walk further and further in the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the largest danger I took. Right now I also quit utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead http://nudistrude.com decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad day, and round the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to boost the sensation of being nude. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the extremely silly section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the trash outside while naked. Maybe I was nave and thought I could just get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the thrill of the danger of being caught. Remember there was not an alley so garbage pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the road taking a bag of rubbish. And wouldn’t you know it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was trendy. Boy was I wrong.
After that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they normally did when the weather was fine. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who’d called the police. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. But when they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very old-fashioned and didn’t approve of nudism. They just could not understand why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outside nudist teen adventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterwards I would still occasionally be naked in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house nude. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my religion and naturism. The truth is, I learned that they actually go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body recognition. While my wife became a home nudist I accepted social naturism as really being a big part of my life.
Today whenever the temperature permits I’m nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.