| My
wife, Karen and I became
naturist's through our
son, Adam who's eleven. Two years ago we moved into a new house
and
we were fortunate enough to have a small pool in the back garden.
It's more of a glorified paddling pool to be honest but Adam loves
it.
When we first moved in Adam would get up every morning, take off his
pajamas
and put on his Speedos then go for a splash. When he had finished
he took off his Speedos and remained until he'd had his breakfast and a
shower. There was nothing unusual about this; most parents see
their
kids nude quite a lot when they're younger.
One morning though Adam's Speedos were in the
washing machine so Karen
suggested that he skinny-dip, using that old saying that he had nothing
we didn't see every day anyway - if I remember correctly he had already
removed his nightwear at this point and was standing naked in front of
us. Adam wasn't convinced that nobody would be able to see him (I
think he was particularly worried about the girl who lives in our
street
and is in his class seeing him). After a few moment's thought he
decided to go for it. Karen and I watched him as he
splashed
around and I made a comment about how good it would be to be Adam's age
again and be able to run around nude at home without feeling we were
doing
anything wrong. It was just a throwaway comment and we thought no
more about it. Adam finished in the pool and as usual he stayed
nude
until he'd finished his shower.
The next morning Adam came downstairs and
took off
his pajamas.
I handed him his Speedos but he said he didn't need them and once again
he played in the pool completely naked. After a week of
skinny-dipping
the Speedos were long forgotten and even out of the pool we noticed
that
Adam was spending a lot of time naked around the house. It didn't
bother us at all because it was all very innocent and he knew to dress
if we had visitors in.
One evening around a fortnight later I
arrived
home from work to find,
Leanne, one of Karen's friends had dropped round for a visit. I
was
surprised that her young son Dean who was five then was not with her
but
she explained that he was playing in the pool with Adam. I saw a
two small piles of boys' clothes in the conservatory but I didn't think
for a moment that the boys were swimming without costumes on yet they
came
into the house, both as naked as the day they were born. I was
really
surprised that Adam was so comfortable being naked in front of
Leanne.
Both boys were dripping wet until they were dried by their respective
mothers.
I have to confess I was envious of Adam and the freedom he seemed to
enjoy
by not wearing any clothes. My own parents would never have
approved
of me spending so much time naked as a child and I can't recall one
instance
from my own childhood when I was naked in front of someone else in a
non-typical
situation.
I knew Karen had
been a bit of a skinny-dipper as
a child, having been
brought up next to a lake, and I decided to bring up the subject of
naturism
with her one night. She was not interested at all in trying a
naturist
holiday with other people there but she did say that she wouldn't mind
going somewhere private with Adam and I. We knew the perfect
place.
A friend of mine runs a farm in Wales which backs on to a lake.
There
is a small wood there and he had always told us we would be welcome to
camp there. We were used to Mediterranean holidays so a week's
camping
in Wales was sure to be a bit of a culture shock. We put the idea
to Adam - telling him that we would like to skinny-dip too - and he
seemed
keen so in the summer of 1999 we were Wales-bound.
We set up camp quite close to the water and
it
didn't take long for
Adam to strip off and go for a swim. Karen and I joined in
but he seemed to freeze when he saw us - perhaps with hindsight it
would
have been a good idea if he had seen us naked before the holiday - but
once he saw we just wanted to have the same kind of fun he did then he
returned to his normal self. Neither Karen or I spent any
time
nude except when we were swimming. Adam hardly wore a thread all
week (and it showed - it took Karen an hour and a half to scrub him
clean
when we got home!) Since then Karen and I have been less
self-conscious
at home. We don't spend all day nude but we don't cover ourselves
between the bedroom and the bathroom for example. We went back to
the lake last year and we will go again this summer.
Adam on the other hand is naked for every
free
moment and enjoying his
youthful innocence to the full. I enjoy watching him do everyday
things in the nude - not for any perverse reasons of course - but just
because he is so comfortable with his body and his self-image and for
that
we are proud of him.
Best regards,
Sean, Karen and Adam
2001
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