My own journey into nudism started as a child growing up in India in the early 90s. Due to the humid tropical climate, clothes got soaked with sweat and clanged to your body during the long summer months. I found smelly, sweat-soaked clothes be an annoyance and preferred to take them off whenever possible. I remember my mom telling me once about how she could not keep clothes on me when I was a toddler. Within an hour of her dressing me, I would have taken them all of off and put them to the side. My parents were not nudists and did not raise us in the lifestyle so to speak, but from what I recall they were not overly modest either. When I first started school, my parents rented a small one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a building which only had one hallway bathroom. Growing up in such tight quarters, it was often times a necessity for us to shower and change around each other. Stripping down was oftentimes the first thing...