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Rick Benko's avatar

My first moment was when my mother removed my diaper and cleaned me up. Before she returned with a fresh one, I was gone. Out in the neighborhood visiting with the neighbor lady. She was my “girlfriend!” She called my mother to let her know about her naked visitor and let her know I was alright and welcome to stay. I’ve never seen or had any problems with nudity since. That happened more than 70 years ago!

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Alan Paul's avatar

As long as I can remember and I can remember back before I went to school I would say about 5 years old .I lived at my grandmother's house and i I use to run around playing in the nude in the winter and then in the summer I ran around nude in the back yard. I also remember when a friend of hers came for a visit and they were sitting on the back porch and this time I had something on and her friend said "hey this little guy a good boy" and grandma said "oh yeah he's a good kid. The only problem I have is trying to keep clothes on him ." Well it was really like that my whole life. I take my clothes off every chance I get. I only feel free and great is when I'm nude. After all that's the way God made me.

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