From my early teens I enjoyed stripping of in the sun (or rain) if I was alone. At university I occasionally ran around the small wood that divided the campus aware neither that anyone else might enjoyed going naked or particularly worried about being discovered.
My first job was on the Isle of Wight and I used to sit on Gurnard ledge watching the boats on the Solent. It was only at the age of 25 courtesy of H&E that I discovered beaches and sun clubs.
I guess my first beach visit was to Fairlight cove not realising that I might ever come to live near Hastings. My first sun club was Eureka on a cold February day, but I did brave a (quick) walk around the grounds.
My first naturist holiday was at Cap D'Adge where there were many friendly Brits that made the time go past very quickly. I made a day trip to Spain one day by coach from the main town and remember the ripple of low conversation that when around when I was dropped off at the Naturist Quarter at the end of the day.
My first naturist swim was at Northampton Sun Club, which remains landless I see, but the swimming baths with their steam room etc. was a super place to go on a Sunday evening and everyone was very friendly.
Now many years later I look forward to my first long naturist walk with the Sussex naked walkers. 😛