'When you forget you are naked'
A freehiker's journey through the stages of nudism back to Eden
When I was a little kid, I'd wander out of sight of the house and just get naked. Simple as that. Didn’t know why. But I did know it had to be a secret.
And then there came puberty, and though my tweens and teens, everything was sexually arousing. Had I been raised in a nudist environment, probably not so much. I was raised in a sexually repressive world…