I suppose my first nudist experiences came when I was about 20. I'd just moved out of my parents place and was enjoying the freedoms that came with living in my own little world. Living in a block of flats meant that there were always people around, so I was always careful to keep curtains closed in the evening and early morning. After my morning shower, I always eat my breakfast standing in the kitchen listening to radio1 to wake myself up so tended to wander round in a towel. On occasion I would simply enjoy the freedom of no towel, knowing it was my place and my rules 🙂 but would always be weary of the neighbours, just in case they got funny about it. Inevitably, a neighbour (I knew well) spotted me in passing. Despite my initial shock and slight embarrassment, they simply smiled and waved, so I waved back. Nothing was ever said. This has happened on numerous occassions, but I am always pleasantly surprised at how people react to naturism.