Living in a small town in central Indiana during the early 1960s, with strict religious parents, can be rather difficult for kids like myself who have identified as a nudist from early childhood. As long as I can remember, I have loved to be naked and was naked at every opportunity, and that’s why I loved to go to grandma’s house; she let us run naked all the time, but at home, in my family, nudity was strictly prohibited. Getting caught, even in my own room, meant a paddling which would likely be on my bare bottom. Sometimes I received