Hi thought it about time I told my journey with naturism.
As long as I can remember as a youngster I Had 2 different lifestyles one with my parents and one with my aunt and uncle.
With my parents we were always clothed but with my aunt and uncle it was always nude.
Although my mother was not entirely happy about this but because she worked she relied on my Aunt to babysit me, my father was never made aware of our nudity because my mum thought it would upset him too much.
Amazingly he never ever found out about the situation, so from as long as I can remember time with aunt and uncle was spent in the nude and I loved it in fact it seemed weird having to be dressed at home.
I would be picked up from school by my aunt as as soon as we got to hers off came the clothes and they stayed off until it was time to go home.
Let me explain my Uncle was from a German family who were nudist and fortunately for me my Aunt took to the lifestyle apparently with ease.
My parents never owned a car or their own house so to got out in my uncles car was a real treat and they ensured their house and garden was nude friendly.
So as much as I loved my parents I enjoyed my nude time more as I found out later on from my Mum I was always trying to find ways to be nude at home more of my Mum later.
I have fond memories of playing in my Aunts garden with no clothes on and on quite a few occasions when there was snow on the ground we would all play snowballs in the nude and build the best snowman we could before running in and warming up in front off an open fire.
Everything was done in the nude from homework, playing board games and eating meals we always were without clothes so this seemed to be the best way to live and have a carefree childhood, later on when I was older I was aged 10 was it was my first holiday to a nudist place in Devon there were numerous discussions between my Mum and her sister as to wether I would be allowed to go my Mum had got used to me being naked with my Aunt and Uncle and even had a cup,of tea with them if she collected me after work they and I remained nude until I went home and I remember thinking why don’t you take off your clothes even just for a short time and see how good it feels.
Anyway she finally agreed for me to go on the holiday providing if I didn’t want to take my clothes of I wouldn’t have to and if I wanted to come home they would bring me, anyway she needn’t have worked a took my clothes off as soon as we got out of the car I couldn’t wait.
During that first proper nude holiday I knew this was the best way to live. Playing in the nude on holiday was so good and I swear I made the best friends on that holiday it was just so much fun.
As much time was spent with aunt and uncle from then on because they were such happy times I remember at about 13 or 14 my Mum asked am I ok with being naked and seeing other people naked and I reassured her I was more than happy.
It was only in recent years just before Mums death I had regrets at spending so much time away from home, during my late 40’s about 5 years before Mums death I needed to talk to her about how we both felt and surprisingly she was quite happy about how things went as she said there were no childminders or after school clubs so there was not really another option but for me to go to my Aunts so much.
She told me how she wasn’t happy about her sisters nudism at first but she came to accept it when she saw how settled and happy she was with her nudist husband, she even said that she had always regretted not trying it out herself but was really pleased  that I had been so happy as a child and realised nudity is not a bad thing but just really normal, I feel so sad that she had these regrets and none of the benefits.