Born naked, raised as a prude. Chapter 1

Born naked, raised as a prude. I was born naked in a small Swiss town (pop. 3000). The year was 1934. Conservative was the towns middle name, so to speak. Nudity was so not talked about, it seemed to not even exist. I never ever saw my parents other than fully dressed, not even partially nude. Even though we lived near a lake, they never went swimming or bathing there. Maybe they found that bathing suits showed too much nudity. Naked arms and face must have been their limit. I never even saw them go barefoot. Just imagine, naked feet.....yuck.
My first nude encounter.
I was 9 years old when my parents allowed me to spend a couple of weeks of summer vacation at my aunt's house. She and my 20 year old female cousin lived on the top floor of a 3 story house. Part of the attic was made into a spare bedroom. That's where I slept. It was during the second world war. One night, the wailing sirens of the air attack warning system went off. A few minutes later, the deep vrooom, vrooom, vrooom sound of dozens, maybe hundreds of flying fortresses became audible. It was so eery and frightening. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. After the overflight above Swiss territory ended, the sirens started blaring once more, signaling the end of the danger. Far away explosions could be heard as the allies dropped their bombs over Germany. My fear subsided and I was able to fall back asleep.
The next morning, my aunt asked me if I was scared, up there alone. Of course I admitted it. She then said that I should sleep in my cousin's room in the spare bed. I just loved that idea. The very thought of maybe getting a glimps of her nude body was enticing.Thinking now back to those days, I feel that extreme conservatism regarding nudity and constantly going out of one's way to cover up the most "interesting" nude body parts, was not the best thing for a young boy's mind. It just makes him more determend to get his eyes on some naked, taboo eye candy. And that's what I succeeded in achieving. Given my young age, I was the first one going to bed. One night, I was able to stay awake, until my cousin came to our room. I pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to wake me up or maybe she didn't want me to see her naked while she changed into her nightgown. She did not switch on the lights and instead used a match to light a candle that stood on her nightstand next to the window. I opened my eyes and peeked from under the covers to catch a glimps of as much nudity as I possibly could. But since there was a very limited amount of light, my hope to see a whole lot of my naked cousin didn't materialize. The only thing I got to see for just a couple of seconds, was the sideview of the outline of her naked breast nearest to me. Not much in the way of nudity, but as they say, better a little than nothing at all. That quick moment of "nude thrill" did end abruptly. A slight breeze blowing through the partially open window blew the curtain towards the candle. The curtain caught on fire. My no longer naked cousin screamed for her mom and ran to the kitchen. Of course I pretended to having just woken up. The whole scene was as scary as the aircraft warning sirens. As my cousin came running in the room with a pot of water, my aunt had already arrived. She ripped down the burning curtain and smothered the flames with a pillow. So ended my first nude adventure. Of course, now I felt guilty for having schemed to see my naked cousin by being a peeping Tom.
Please come back for my next encounter with nudity.

Born nude, naked, raised as a Prude, then NUDITY.

Welcome to Naked Truth on Nudity. On this site you will learn how I went from being born naked, raised as a prude in a very conservative place and then transformed through rather unusual and interesting circumstances into a person who became very much at ease with being nude and finally with nudism.
Come back and read the first chapter.