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      Growing up I was always fascinated with nudism. I would play games with the other kids where we would run around nude. I remember one friend who had a pool and we would swim in it nude. His mom told on me and I got into trouble.
      My folks were very modest. You didn't even talk about the body, much less show it.
      In college I was able to get away several times by myself and go to a stream in the woods. This was really my first experience with nudism. I would love walking into the forest far away from everything else and swim naked in the stream. I felt like such a part of nature when I did.
      Well, time went by and I got married and four kids came along. I always assumed that my wife would be opposed to the idea of naturism. One day when we were at the ocean she mentioned how much she would like to go skinny dipping with me. That was all it took to plant the seed in my mind.
      I still didn't know of any naturist groups, clubs or beaches, much less any people who practiced naturism! Any of my friends who might have practiced naturism, never told me. So I turned to the internet.
      From my search I found the closest nude beach to us was Assateague. I didn't know how active Assateague was but from what I read on the internet, there weren't large crowds visiting there. In addition, the nude beach is a good walk north from the area where you can park. One Saturday my family wanted to spend the day at the ocean, and with my kid's interest in horses, and Assateague being a wild pony sanctuary, I thought we would make the day trip there. After a three hour drive we set up shop on the beach in front of the bath house and I took a walk north to find out how active the nude beach really was.
      Well there weren't a lot of people on it. It was very sparse. But as soon as I came into the nude territory, off came my suit, and I went for a nice long walk and swim. What freedom! The ocean water never felt so good! After I returned to our umbrella (and reluctantly putting my bathing suit back on) I told my wife about the nude beach.
      Later that afternoon she took the walk north and I watched the kids. We really didn't talk a lot about it until we were driving home. I told her that I really wanted to visit one day with just her. I thought that she would balk at the idea (you know - "I really didn't mean that I wanted to go skinny dipping on a nude beach where everyone can see me!"), but she didn't! She had commented to me several times previously about her stretch marks from having kids and I thought this might stop her. I was completely surprised by her enthusiasm.
      We found a date when we could get a baby sitter and we took off for the beach. Because of the walk, we took the suggestion of some of the previous Assateaguers and brought a back pack. For the whole walk up the beach I kept thinking "are we going to chicken out or are we really going to go through with this?" When we found a nice place to put out our blanket I couldn't even blink before my wife was nude. I quickly undressed and we both spent one of the most beautiful days of our lives together; there on the ocean, swimming, enjoying the sun and sand, and each other's company. The hardest part was leaving.
      On the way home we discussed our experience and decided that we would find a c/o vacation place somewhere in the Bahamas and spend an extended period of time. This time my wife did the research, with some internet help from me and some advice from her travel agent sister (who seemed puzzled by our final choice of destination, but did not bring it up). To this day she probably wonders why we went there. We booked four days in February at Cat Island. There were only 8 or so other couples on about 300 acres. We really had the time of our lives. The most amazing thing to us was the immediate bonding with these other people (some of whom we still keep in contact with) in spite of the vast differences in every other aspect of our lives. We had a retired couple from Germany, a computer salesman and his wife from Washington State, teachers from Colorado, students from Pennsylvania, an engineer from Florida, as well as several others with whom we did not discuss occupation. Right away we were not only accepted, but invited to socials by the pool, dinner, etc. Now we were hooked.
      Once again, the only problem with Cat Island was that we had to leave. Since our trip was so short, we decided to make other plans for the spring. We didn't have a lot of money left, so we booked a B&B in New Jersey and spent the weekend at Sandy Hook. Quite a different crowd, but still just as friendly.
      There are two great things about this lifestyle. First is the personal freedom we can experience. Second is the truly great people we can experience it with.

                                                            Bob in MD

      When I was just a little less than 5 years old, I went up like a Roman Candle. There I was, sitting in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons...minding my own business when I suddenly caught on fire.
      Unfortunately I had never learned the "stop, drop and roll" method of dousing flames. I jumped up and ran around the house which only served to make the pajamas burn more. My mom and dad were a bit more with it and grabbed a blanket and smothered the flames, but not before I had been burned over 50% of my body. 40% were 3rd degree burns.
      In a society that rewards, admires and worships perfection I was suddenly hideously flawed, with horrible scars everywhere. To say I was self conscious would be to say that Haagen Daas is just ice cream.
      Over the years I learned to hide those scars to avoid the usual "Eewwwww, what happened to you??? How gross." But I did not learn how to accept those scars and even showering in gym class became a humiliating and often convoluted process to avoid as many eyes seeing those scars as possible. I had more long sleeved shirts than Washington D.C. has politicians.
      The irony of all of this is that I fell in love with and married a man that hasn't got an ounce of self consciousness in him and loves to commune with nature naturally. After much prodding and cajoling I finally let him see me nude. But no one else. If we were nude out in nature we were nude out in nature so far from another human being that I felt safe from prying eyes. This continued for over 17 years. He wanted to experience social nudism at landed clubs and resorts. I could accept that *he* accepted my body, but I couldn't accept that anyone who didn't know me would be so accepting. Heck, I knew me and I didn't accept it! The harder he pushed, the more resistant I became. No way would I be comfortable nude in a social situation. So, I stayed a closet nudist, literally.
      Well, a big awakening for me took place about 5 years ago. I won't go into details, but I suddenly realized that I was who I was and I had spent far too many years thinking that since I wasn't perfect, flawless, beautiful no one would really give me a chance to demonstrate I was so many other great things. &ltG> What modesty! And so, while living in Australia, I went nude around others for the first time...in the outback on a camping trip with close friends. They weren't grossed out...that was a good sign! I was able to take my clothes off and feel comfortable around them and enjoy the beauty of nature naturally. It was a heady experience.
      But attending a nudist resort for the first time was actually an act of defiance on my part. I did it to prove to my husband that he was wrong...that people might accept different shapes and sizes without question at a nudist place, but they certainly wouldn't accept someone with hideous scars. So while we were living in Texas I finally agreed to go. I was scared to death but also dead set on proving my point. I was convinced that there was a limit to how accepting nudists were of a flawed form.
      Well, the joke was on me. When we arrived, I stripped without hesitation, a few butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but so determined to prove my point that I didn't waiver. No one even glanced twice at the scars, they just seemed to accept me for me, body and all! I was amazed. All these strangers accepted me and my body! And then the most amazing thing happened. After 30+ years of not accepting my own body, suddenly my own body acceptance flooded through me in huge waves. I finally learned that my body is my temple to my soul and as perfect and flawless for me as anyone else's is for them. It was the greatest gift that I had ever received and one I treasure to this day.

                                                            Mary L in New Hampshire

      I too worried about my scars from numerous stomach surgeries. In my twelve years of enjoying nudism, however, no one has mentioned them or stared at me.

                                                            Smiles, Pam

      Last night, after I came home from work, we all had dinner out on the deck. It was a little after 8:00 PM when we finished. I decided to take advantage of the hot tub since it was a little cooler than most summer nights. Anyway, I stripped and got in, soon followed by my three year old son (who has no problems with being nude).
      About ten minutes later my nine year old daughter came down from the deck to the patio (where the hot tub is) eating cookies. She asked if she could join us. Up to this time they (my three girls) had insisted on wearing bathing suits in the water. I assumed that she would do the same this time. I said sure, but no cookies in the tub!
      Well, to my surprise, she immediately took off her clothes and got in the tub. And shortly thereafter her other two sisters did the same. We all had a wonderful time. I'm still left scratching my head and wondering what caused the change. Go figure!

                                                            Bob in MD

      My husband has been a nudist forever but I came into this rather late...about 5 years ago. Now I am more enthusiastic about it than he is, especially for the body acceptance it has brought me. That is something I very much wanted our daughter to have as well. To accept that she is no Kate Moss but rather her own person with her own body and that there is no shame or guilt associated with having a body that is not the shape society would dictate it should be.
      Our daughter, 17, began being comfortable with home nudity about a year ago, but had no desire to try a nudist activity with us until just recently. We took her to Cedar Waters Village, the nearest nudist resort. For the first ten minutes she was nervous. Once she realized, however, that no one was staring, laughing or pointing a finger, she relaxed and spent the afternoon with us having fun.
      It was a wonderful thing to see and to experience that moment with her, when she really accepted her body as her own. Body image is so important to women, way too important at times, and I wish others her age could realize the wonderfully liberating experience of body acceptance.

                                                            Mary L in New Hampshire

      Although I had always known that I liked to go without clothes, it was not until after my divorce that I actually tried social nudism. While married, I wanted to go to a nude beach, but my ex wouldn't hear of it. She had body image problems (Where have we heard that before?) and being a devoted husband, I wouldn't go without her.
      When we separated, the first thing I did was visit a nude beach. I had thought that, perhaps once my curiosity was satisfied, that would be the end of it. On my way home after that first day at the beach, I knew that I was hooked! The people were so nice and it was a delight to know that I was not the only one who liked to be naked outdoors.
      When I gravitated to the clubs, I developed an entire new circle of friends, and I credit social nudism for being a big part of my healing process, which one must go through after a divorce.
      I found that being active in my club was rewarding, and soon it was suggested that I run for the regional board, which I did. After serving three years on it, I was elected president of the region, where I served for four more years. It was all quite amazing to me, since I had started out as a newcomer on a nude beach some years earlier.

                                                            Bob B.

      I have been a naturist all my life. I practiced nudism only in my home for many years. I found out, only recently, that there are many resorts, camps, and non-landed clubs here in Florida. I have spent over two months on the internet looking for something. I wasn't sure what.
      I have been a disabled vet for over 24 years. I have been through at least one million dollars in tests, meds, and supplies. I'm just guessing at the cost, of course, but that gives you an idea what has been done to me.
      I have been a religious person for many years, not too religious, just an average christian. The good Lord has provided me with two fine kids. I have been raising them pretty much on my own for the last 14 years. I turned my life to raising them the best I could, as a single parent, forgetting about me and my needs, wants, desires, etc. My kids are now 20 & 16. They have their own lives to live and don't want advice from dad. Typical teenagers!!
      When God found a way for me to get a computer, a whole new world opened for me. I have spent the last three years mostly in a hospital bed at home, so naturally, this was a major blessing. There is a lot of TRASH on the internet, but I also found things I never dreamed about.
      That's when I found out about nudism/naturism on the web. I have learned so much via this new-found wealth of information. So I started reading the bible, praying about this lifestyle, and learning what GOD can do for me. One of the first web pages I found was about The Bible Society and Nudity. I then found The Christian Naturist page. Here I learned that the church I grew up in, Wesleyan Methodist, now Wesleyan, had practiced nudism in baptisms in the past. WOW, what a shock. MY CHURCH DID THAT!! No way I thought. But sure enough, it was true. So I started asking family about this. It turned out what I had read was very true.
      I decided to check out a non-landed club first as they do more things in other's homes. I found that hey, these were just ordinary people, with ordinary jobs and lives. The only difference was the family wanted to be nude. Kids especially wanted and liked to be free from clothes. Boy, do I remember those days. We lived in the country. No running water in the house, just an old hand pump. When we took bathes, it was outside in an old wash tub. We never thought about being nude. It was the way we were raised.
      Well anyway, yesterday, the VA really had me messed up with those shock treatments on my legs, so I went to Lake Como. My first time ever to a resort. I picked this place, after a number of people recommended it to me. I didn't know what to expect! I was afraid, nervous, unsure if I were doing the right thing. When I got there, I was welcomed with open arms. No one worried about me being in a wheel chair, or that I had an indwelling catheter. It was hot but I felt so comfortable. I removed my clothes in the parking lot before checking the place out.
      After finding out I could get most anywhere I wanted to go, I paid for the day, and spent the rest of the day relaxing. There were kids, teenagers, young adults, mid 40's (my age), and grandparents, all enjoying a normal time on vacation, or living there naturally all the time. It was better than going to Disney World, really. I was treated like any other person, and the group was very friendly, and no one even thought about being nude. There were NO problems, as far as the kids were concerned. We all had a great time visiting others, just like your neighbors at home, only we were all nude. I have found that this club, is a very family oriented club, and they protect their children and grandchildren from anyone they feel might want to hurt them. I spent about seven hours there, and really didn't want to leave. I can't wait to go back.
      I'm sorry this turned into a book, but after yesterday, I will wholeheartedly support this way of life.

                                                    Yours in Christ, Dave

      My name is Beth. I am 51, divorced and live in Alberta,Canada. I am the proud mom of a 23 year old non-nudist son. He just figures he didn't raise me right!
      This is how nudism is important to me and how I became involved in it, so here goes.
      As I reflect back over the years, I guess my earliest memory of enjoying the warmth of the sun caressing my just budding adolescent body were the years of privilege I spent at summer camp in Algonquin Park,Ontario.
      I was 10 when I first left home for a month in 1956. I had just begun puberty and had, like most girls of that age, reached my full height of 5'4". I was also having my period. I was scared, homesick and just becoming aware of the feelings of sexuality. On top of all this, I was in the BUNNY section with the little kids.
      As a way to get away from the other campers and the organized programs, (my favorites then and now being arts/crafts,canoeing and horseback riding) I would, in my free time, go for walks in the beautiful forest.
      With the soothing smell of the pines and clear blue waters below magnificent cliffs, I soon found a spot close enough to hear the camp bells for meals, but far enough to be one with the forest. I made a bed of fern, stripped and just enjoyed the solitude with the sun's warmth.
      I have always been a loner, I think from shyness and fear that others wouldn't like me. I attended all the teen parties at home but was always the girl boys confided their problems with other girls to: the good listener. I of course wanted to be that other girl, so the freedom at summer camp, to be quiet in the warm breezes of summer, was a delight. I of course never thought of it as stress releasing but rather, as something naughty.
      I did not become involved in our lifechoice again until moving to Vancouver in 87. I lived over the years in Canadian cities that had nudist clubs. Unfortunately, unless one knew a nudist, one never knew about those clubs. If I had known, I would have raised my son in this healthy environment. We knew nudists would never tell anyone they were a nudist because we thought our parents, friends and employers would say we were sick.
      I am so glad the times are a changing. As the former WCANR/WOC liaison person and a Wreck Beach board member, I am very proud to be promoting our lifestyle, which is definitely not regarded as naughty to most tactile people, but as a freedom to be who, not what, you are.

                                                Naturally Yours,   Elizabeth in Alberta, Canada

    When I was a youngster, my father ran a boys' summer camp and once a week we had "scrub". Everyone went to the lake with only a bar of soap and washed. I did not like going to the lake and often tried to skip swims (bathing suit or not) because I was afraid of the water.
    A few years after graduating from college I joined the YMCA. My fear of the water had long gone -- I could swim and often went swimming there. At that time the requirement was nylon suits or no suits. I quickly discovered that "no suit" was really more comfortable. Unfortunately the policy changed when the Y went coed and a bathing suit was required. I enjoyed skinning dipping but did not want to do it alone as it was unsafe.
    A few summers ago I looked at a newspaper that listed nude beaches in New England and discovered there was a resort about an hour's drive from my house. I called them and received a nice brochure and letter stating singles were welcome. I went there, shed my clothes, and was given a tour of the resort. The place was clean, everyone was friendly, there was a lake to swim in, and a nice beach for sunning without a wet bathing suit! I especially enjoyed being able to go outside in the sunshine and fresh air to dry off from the shower I took before dressing to go home.
    Since then I joined a number of nudist groups. There is a group that meets in the winter not far from my home, so skinny dipping is not just a summer activity.
    One day I went with a small group on a canude trip. We stopped for lunch at an area that we thought would be a good place to eat and swim. As we were eating, a car pulled up and shortly thereafter a woman appeared on the rock we were using. We quickly covered up. The leader of the trip spoke to the woman and explained that we were planning a swim after lunch and she said she did not see any problem with us swimming while she read her book.
    Since I became a nudist I have made a lot of friends and feel better about myself. I told my family that I was a nudist -- My mother did not say much, one of my sisters kind of accepted it and my other sister got all excited -- she thought it was great.

                                                        Geo W. in MA. Be Bare Too