The Loss of Innocence and the Joy of Skinny Dipping
Fall and winter will soon be upon us and already I am thinking of summer and the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. We certainly should never wish our lives away as time goes by much faster than when we were younger.
Fond memories of my younger days come to mind when my family lived in the country and I would spend the hot summer days with my neighbor that was my age and also my best friend. He was much more fit than I as he lived on the farm across from our house and all the boys had to help with chores once they got back from school. This was before high school and he was the first boy I saw naked and he convinced me to join him when he had some free time.
Even though I had five older brothers and five older sisters, I had never seen any of them naked. Being from a large catholic family, being nude was a definite no no.
The first time my friend and I were nude together was when we went on a bicycle ride and stopped by a river to have the sandwiches we had packed for lunch. I remember it was a hot and humid day in July and my friend had taken off his shirt. At 11 years of age he was quite toned and tanned compared to my scrawny white skinned body. Continued…Read full original article…
Source: Naturist Fab
Original publication OCTOBER 26, 2018
Posted on NatCorn 31st October 2018