I used to be a barefoot nudist - part one

I never used to worry about walking around barefoot in my garden but this year has changed that. I've been a nudist all my life, have a few photos of me nude when I was a small child but although I was naked whenever I could be, no-one recorded it in film, I was always happy to be the patient in Dr & nurses games with the other kids on our road but was a bit miffed when I was the only patient that would show everything, sometimes some of the girls would invite me to their rooms to play & being a wimp would do their bidding often ending up dressed in their clothes & having a panic at having to undress then re-dress in my clothes when we could here their parents returning. Even at a young age, I would go walking, exploring by myself, often if I felt safe enough I would take all off to feel the sun on my young nude body, I'd have boots or shoes on but shorts tucked into my belt, I still remember the many places I'd build dens, often very close to a path or road but concealed by the foliage, usually open on one side to let the sun in.... & when the sun had moved on I'd do to, to another den where the later sun would shine. At home we had a larger then most garden & I found places I could lie low & secluded & nude sunbathe. One day whilst doing this the neighbours son caught me, we were already friends but he was a year younger at school so we didn't mix as much as I did with the lads my age who would come around to play with my toys - lego & trainset (we had a huge front room 26ft long so lots of room to play) but only Paul (name changed) found out about my desire to be nude as much as possible. Paul also showed why else I could do with a certain part of me & we'd often meet to chat &/or play nude in my garden or his shed. Years went by, I found H&E magazine as well as Mayfair, my dad left & we had to move to a smaller house, I'd left school & soon left home, got a job, washing up & cleaning in Snowdonia, it was 70% pay decrease but it was a new area to explore, wilder & with mountains more than 3 times the height of the moors I knew, I managed to be nude a few times but winter was coming snow in the mountains, I managed to climb most of the big peaks, skinny dipped in a few of the tarns, had lots of fun including trying to do a group night walk up Tryfan (917m) but we got to 2,000ft & hit cloud, freezing fog descended on us & had to ab' off, really scary all the bare rocks covered in a glaze of ice!. The next year I got a job in Pembrokeshire, walked a third of the coastal path, lots of it nude, skinny dipping in the sea! but the work was made hard by Chef who ran the kitchen, whose son was out in he Falklands war.