I was 8. I had been raised to not let anyone see me nude. My mom remarried and he and his kids were already nudist so my sister brothers and I were kind of pushed into it with him and his kids. Was very freaky being nude with people I really didnt know.
Oh, I guess I was seven. Raised in a textile family, I hated to sleep in pajamas. Preferred clothes free. Still do. =)
During my teenage years, a girl with whom I was on the brink of ‘going steady’ was teased by her friends about having been to a “nudist camping” with her parents that summer. Of course, they meant to embarrass her in front of me. It didn’t quite work out the way they planned it, though. She just explained her preference for the word “naturist”, while I was more delighted than shocked — and to her relief, I said it didn’t make any difference. Nice memory. =)
After that, I’ve enjoyed going bare whenever I have the opportunity, though only these last years have I taken the first steps toward being naked in front of others, at the beach. Guess I was a bit shy for that, but it turned out all right. I didn’t feel a bit ashamed — to my own pleasant surprise. =)
31 ... and by accident. I was with my nephew at the beach. He saw a friend (together with his parents). I was unaware of the fact we walked to a naturist beach. This friend and his parents took their clothes off. My nephew did that too. So I joined them, bit strange to start with, but enjoyed it :)
I'd just started senior school, year 7 as they call it now, and had been raised by textiles.
When I saw that the majority of the rest of the boys stripped without being ashamed, and we were all pretty much the same, I realised that nudity was nothing to worry about.
i was about 10 yo when i got busted walking nakled in my parents house by my aunt.
My parents didnt liked me te be naked so i had to do it secretly.
My aunt was a nudists and she told me that when i wanted to be nude i could come over to her and uncles farm to be nude with them.
I had a great childhood with them and they took me to the nude beach for the first time and i loved it ever since.
I was four. At that time, we lived in Windsor, Ont., Canada. My dad would take my brother and me swimming at the old YWCA in Windsor. It was all male on Fridays. This was during WWII. We were absolutely not allowed to wear swimsuits. There were men and boys from babes to those in their 80s in the pool all naked.
Ever since, I've been into casual nudity whenever possible.