How I Became a Nudist. -- Part 2 The Middle Years

By the end of the 4th grade, I was sure I wanted to spend as much time without clothes as possible. The summer was adventuresome. Many hours spent at the pool with friends, many I would not see again. I was to change schools for 5th grade. One of my sisters was teaching summer school at the "Christian School" and had reported to Dad that the High School environment wasn't as good as depicted. He enrolled me in the local Catholic school in preparation for attending his Alma Mater. Fifth grade brought new challenges and new friends. The school didn't have a gym or any athletic facilities. We still had PE, but only the bathroom to change. Most kids just wore their school uniform, but not me. I was too used to the change in clothing for physical activity. I had many stares and few questions. Mostly from the middle school kids that occupied the rest of the 2nd floor. I made a lot of friends, mostly girls. That presents itself latter. School continued in the mundane. Outside of school is where there were things to explore. There was a 3 block tract of land across the street from my house. It was lightly wooded and overgrown with weeds and underbrush. We had many trails carved for bikes and adventure. It bordered a public school on two sides. We would ride and play on the trails when we were off from school. One day around thanksgiving, we were off but the public school was in class. On a dare from a friend that new I liked to be named, but had never indulged for fear of getting g caught, I stripped naked and roxw through the wooded area and along the fence of the school yard. I loved it. The kids at recess went nuts... Yelling and Screaming at me. The school janitor yelled for me to stop. I went around the school and back into the woods. I was exhilarated. From that day on, the wooded area was my naked starting point. At least for the next couple of years. I loved it. By the end of the 5th grade, I had a following. They might join me getting naked once in a while, but I was always dared to do something. I even exited the wooded area to the west. Did I mention the woods were bordered by a main thoroughfare on the west. I would ride my bike up to the public transit bus as it made its final stop before turning around. I was seen by the cops and chased. They never got close. Cars don't travel through woods and bikes are much faster than on foot. At least for now. And so ended the 5th grade. More to come.