Up until I was maybe 7, I was one of those kids that couldn’t keep my clothes on and I think my mom got tired of yelling at me…”Chip, strop running around the house in your birthday suit!!!” While growing up, I enjoyed going on vacations with my family to a bible camp. When I was 16, I worked at that bible camp for an entire summer and loved it. Every Friday when the campers went home, most of the staff would meet at the lake (around 10:30pm) and swim in the nude. We typically skinny-dipped most Fridays and Saturdays…and I became hooked. I didn’t want to go home at the end of the summer, but then I realized that my skinny dipping days were gone…until college. When I was in college, it was located near a nudist camp…and so my nudist days continued. I wasn’t brave enough to go nude in front of my roommates, but I was able to recruit some friends to join me at these camps. During my college summers when my Parents went away on extended vacations, I would often stay nude at home…and just enjoyed the freedom of not wearing clothes.