Bold Moves

After discovering skinny dipping, one would think I would be nude whenever and wherever I could. But this was not the case. For one thing, the parent's bedroom was directly above mine, and my mother had ears like a damn bat. So, if I made any noise at all, she would stomp on the floor, or yell from the top of the stairs to "knock it off ... and on more than one occasion, she stomped downstairs and into my room to yell at me directly. The thought of her discovering me naked in bed was a huge deterrent to pursuing a clothing optional life. Besides, at the age of ten, I had never heard the words "nudist", "naturist", "nude recreation", or "clothing optional, so I just figured I had discovered something if not unheard of (obviously not since I discovered the older teens skinny dipping earlier on) it was certainly rare. But then I discovered that the woods that surrounded this lake were deep and pretty much untrodden. Those woods became my naked refuge. I just had to be damn careful with all of the copperheads crawling around. But the woods, encouraged me to be bold.