When I was ten we moved from London SW18, to Hertfordshire. When I started my new school the boys were suspicious of me but the girls were very welcoming.
I got invited to one of the girls for tea with two others.
One of the girls collected me and we set off on two mile trip.
We walked down a narrow lane with fields one side and a forest the other. This was very alien to me. We arrived at a small hamlet and went to a very large house.
It was a warm summer evening and after tea we went to play in an enormous garden. One of the girls suggested we strip off. There we were all running around completely naked. We played happily until it was time to go home. It just all seemed so natural.
I was lent a bicycle for the journey home but when I arrived home my father went mad and insisted I returned the bike.
The trip back home was horrendous as it was getting dark and there were all sort of wierd noises coming from the woods.
It was many years before I shared a social naturism experience.