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

actually began down the path to being before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I do not recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally conservative family I do remember that my parents view of it wasn’t 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 mom while my father 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 within the house while they were gone to work. Usually I’d just do items anyone might do but I ‘d do it naked. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I liked to get outside naked.
At this time I should describe my neighborhood. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they didn’t include an alley. At the far back there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story later), some trees, and a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the back. On either side of the back yard were other houses with just a wire fence separating the lawns. This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on either side. They’d fences, trees, and structures that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be observed. 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 road.
My first encounters 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 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 locate a means to be nude when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my 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 suppose that didn’t matter. It’d have simply seemed to them like another one of these silly ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I suppose had really been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and crap 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 make it 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 bigger, gave additional protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I actually don’t understand 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 climbing out my bedroom window naked at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house using 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 road. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I wasn’t in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further into the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or after 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 was not the biggest risk I took. Currently I also stopped using 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 day, and round the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence only for the experience. Anything to boost the sense of being bare. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous too.
Now comes the really foolish section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the garbage outside while bare. Perhaps I was nave and really thought I could only get away with this since I appeared 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 rubbish pick up occurred in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of trash. And would not you know it some neighbor kids (who I did not understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later 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 nice. 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 telephoned the police. The authorities had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher.

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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 believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were very old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They simply couldn’t understand why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outdoor nudist teen experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be bare in while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house nude. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a family nudist I accepted societal naturism as really being a large part of my life.
Today whenever the temperature permits I am bare at home. I’ve 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 jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in societal nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have not a problem with my naturism.



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