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

actually began down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I do not recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents opinion of it was not positive. So I’m 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 mom got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother 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 started by being bare within the house while they were gone to work. Normally I’d only do stuff anyone might do but I ‘d do it bare. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I liked to get outside nude.
At this point 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 constructed the neighborhood they did not include an alley. At the far rear there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, as well as a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the back. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with only a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on both sides. They had fences, trees, and structures that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be seen. The front yard was typical sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood road.
My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone.

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I’d look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed 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 bare outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a method 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 did not have a club I guess that did not matter. It’d have just seemed 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 fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in fairly good condition 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 make use of 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 home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was larger, gave additional protection from the view 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 chose to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started scaling out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the home using 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 danger was if my parents chose to check on me and discovered I wasn’t in the room. Slowly I started to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there was not any traffic and 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. 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 nude, in broad daylight, and across the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence solely for the experience. Anything to improve the sense of being bare. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous too.
Now comes of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the garbage outside while bare. Perhaps I was nave and really thought I could simply get away with this since I seemed to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the delight of the risk of getting caught. Recall there wasn’t an alley so crap pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of rubbish. And wouldn’t you know it some neighbor kids (who I did not know) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the home scared 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. 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 buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was pleasant. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who’d phoned 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 discuss and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very conservative and didn’t approve of nudism. They just couldn’t understand why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outdoor nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years later I’d still sometimes be nude in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house naked. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In reality, 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 home nudist I accepted social naturism as really 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 as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I am participating in societal nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have not a problem with my naturism.



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