really began down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I really don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents view of it was not favorable. So I’m pretty sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my dad went to work regular. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I started by being naked inside the home while they were gone to work. Usually I would just do items anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they built the area they didn’t comprise an street. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story after), some trees, and also a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the homes in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other homes with only a wire fence dividing the lawns. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on either side. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood street.
My first encounters going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would 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 naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a means to be bare when my parents were home.
I made the decision 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 a club I imagine that did not matter. It’d have simply appeared to them like another one of those crazy ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I guess had truly been a rather good sized workshop long time past, was in fairly good condition structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of soil and trash had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to utilize 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 big 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 house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was larger, gave additional protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while nude.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began climbing out my bedroom window naked at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house with a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only risk was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I wasn’t in the room. Gradually I began to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there was not 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 wasn’t the largest danger I took. Currently I also quit utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door naked, in broad daylight, and across the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence solely for the encounter. Anything to enhance the sense of being bare. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the truly foolish section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the garbage outside while naked. Maybe I was nave and really thought I could only get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else.
Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of being caught. Recall there wasn’t an alley so crap pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street carrying a bag of litter. And wouldn’t you understand it some neighbor children (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. 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 http://shockingtown.com or two so I figured it was cool. 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 often 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 that the children had told their parents who’d phoned the cops. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were quite old- http://nudismpics.net and didn’t approve of nudism. They just couldn’t comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outdoor nudist adolescent experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be bare inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house naked. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my beliefs and naturism. In reality, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting 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.
Today whenever the temperature allows I’m nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites too as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.