As i was raised by naturist parants i was brought up nude. My fist memories of being nude in public was on a holiday to spain with my parants. We visited a beach and on the walls by the entrance to the beach i remember the word nudista scrawled all over the place. On arival at the beach we all imeniatly stripped of and started running around the beach with gay abandon. It was the first time i recall seeing other children of my age. I will never forget that day I was 8 years old. Happy holidays as a child running free with friends made new even though we could not speek the same language. Nudity was our language swimming building sandcastles racing across the sand this is what freedom is all about