The first nude adventure I know about I frankly do not remember. That means I was not 5, but I must have been more than 3.5 because my younger sister had been born. The story, as I heard it from my mother:
One fine day, while she was occupied with Diana [NCPI], I and my sister Maureen [NCPI] walked out of sight and off the property - suburbal Arlington.
I do not know how long we were gone, but the first my mother knew about it she got a phone call from someone about two blocks away. Maureen and I were sitting on the street corner, and I had removed my clothes. Maujreen had not - typical of her, I am the only one in my family.
There are other experiencs I do remember - but i treasure that story as testifying the bae skin drive is innate in me and missing in Maureen.
The first serious outdoor nude jaunt in the modern era came one chilly afternoon - there were snow flurries - in perhaps my 14th year. For some time I had been more and more aware of my drive toward nudity, grabbing chances to go around the house nude - the family was textile to the extent that my father stayed in suit and tie from rising to bedtime.
On this day, I had gone to a local park. There was a groundskeeper's building surrounded by bushes. The impulse got too intense. In the bushes, off with the clothes. There I was, nude and shivering - there was a wind too - while about 20 yards away on the far side of the bushes some very hardy types were playing tennis!
I was not there long - partly nervous about possible discovery. partly chilled. But that was a wow experience I am not likely to forget.