The innocent childhood days of skinny dipping
Originally posted on A Guy Without Boxers:
The singular disadvantage to growing up as a nudist, at least in my mind, is that I have difficulty in trying to remember a time in my life when I didn’t skinny-dip. My family weren’t practicing naturist/nudist, but my identical twin brother, Alex, and I certainly were. Our earliest memories are of trying to get out of the clothes that our parents were trying to get us to wear. Our family photograph albums are filled with images of our brothers (eight sons, no daughters) in swimsuits at the beach, pool, lake or wherever. There are none of Alex or myself. Why? More than likely, we were naked. In the above picture, several years old, I am as naked in the water as I have always been.
That’s why I remember the first time I went swimming with a friend and he wore a swimsuit. I can even recall the color: red (Darius’ favorite…
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