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I remember being at the playground when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, early on a
weekend morning, when a little boy arrived in wet diapers and quite sensibly took
Another
his parents' permission.
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be taken home because he was indecent. A two-year-old? This occasion was quite
Inquisitive to me, since I recognized the kids were imitating the actions
and attitudes of each other and their parents. Without understanding the word for it,
I still understood the conventionality that drove them to copy others in this
way.
That same summer, or possibly
the next, another little girl proposed that she and I and a third little girl
pull down our pants and reveal our pudenda to each other. It was a matter of play
for them and interested indifference to me.
than in the physical investigation.
playfully, shown clearly unusual genitalia, and the first girl reacted
Iwill tell my mom!" I 'd no thought
The way to handle this, but I knew right then that a great harm had been
perpetrated. That little girl, I discovered afterwards, underwent several operations and
a very depressing puberty.
pre-pubescent years I skinny-dipped with my mother one time, my father seeing
over us above the river bank. Her squeals were louder than the chill of the
water could account for, and she never stopped grinning. It is the only sober
laugh I remember hearing from my mom while I was growing up. I also used to
wash my father's back when young; that was one of our rites, along with
Both rituals stopped after my first
brother was born, except that after I started menstruating, my mum
out-of-the-blue instructed me to go wash my dad's back. He was quite silent
throughout and this is the only memory of his dick I 've, as if I never
Found it during those previous bathtubs. My dad died at age 36 of a heart
attack and my mom is a proudly recovering alcoholic today.
Much of my youth, as I
Recall it, was spent discovering and listening. I was not as compelled as others
to act out or test, with one exception. Two boys were gleefully pulling
wings and legs off grasshoppers one day, and I detected their strange
expressions. This was something I could not figure out by observation alone, so
on another day soon after, I ran an experiment. There was a spider I Had been
watching for some time, managing to see it once as it caught and gorged on raven.
Well, I caught it in a jar when other children were gathered around and made them
stop and look. Then I let this spider outside, and as it was walking away I slowly
lifted my foot, clad in a white sandal that I could probably understand today,
and then brought it down and squished the spider. And I understood the looks on
concrete.
Why is this even pertinent
to a story of how I got into nudism? Well, I'll have to tell about more of those


Or
Instead, I can not separate those lads from the others who came later. Or https://s3.amazonaws.com/2-naturist/family-nudist-photos.html visited on me reverberated with my preceding cruelty to the spider.
I don't know. They're merely inseparable.
I had a boyfriend who was shorter than me, and another lad needed to take his
place. He dissed me and my boyfriend, and since I was larger, I took it upon
myself to defend our honour with a proper fistfight. By this age I was starting
to participate life, you see, in place of just observe. Later a third boy, after