I have a confession to make: I quite like getting around with my gear off.
To clarify, I’m only clothes-free within the confines of my own home. You won’t find me baring all on a nudist beach, or playing mixed doubles in the buff at a naturist camp, or at the World Naked Bike Ride in Sydney.
I haven’t always had a penchant for being a nudie-rudie; in fact, growing up I was quite the prude when it came to being in the ‘altogether’.
Of course, like any self-respecting toddler I used to LOVE nappy-free time and not wearing anything at all, apart from my Dad’s tennis shoes.
Maybe it was a British thing, and maybe it was because it was too cold in my homeland to be sans clothes.
At school I was always the one who would wait for the one cubicle that had a door to put my PE gear on rather than getting changed in the communal area.
Original publication 1 May 2019
Posted on NatCorn 4th May 2019