This happened in the late-sixties in the state of Rhode Island.

I am fully aware that this happened a long time ago and some of the details are fading

or even failing me. But I have relived these events so many times in my memory that they are

almost burnt in.

I am writing this down to the best of my recollection, before it will fade even more:

My family was not exactly a nudist family. We never went to any nudist resort or met with other nudists.

But we had a nice house with a totally secluded backyard and a very large deck with a good size pool suitable do do some laps.

Around that pool we were “clothing optional”.

My sister is two years younger than I and as long as I can remember we were in the pool as often as we could and we

always were naked – why would we have worn anything?

When my parents used the pool they also tended to be in the nude.

No big deal.

Frequently we would have parties in the house and at the pool, friends or business. On these occasions though, everybody,

including the kids had to be in proper attire.

I don’t remember any discussion about that house rule, but that was how it was.

I loved swimming and diving and when I was six, my parents let me join the local swim club. This club was not a YMCA

where supposedly everybody had to swim in the nude. Nevertheless in the shower and locker rooms we boys were naked.a

When – many years later – I started to develop my more manly features, I realized that I did have a nice looking body.

I don’t remember that I was ever embarrassed to be seen naked. I always was proud of my well toned muscular swimmer’s

body and my well sized (and uncircumcised) privates.

I am not sure if this was due to my open upbringing at home or to a slight exhibitionistic streak that I realize I do have.

Anyway, life went on pretty normal until the day that my father was killed in a car accident when I was ten.

My mother was devastated, became very withdrawn and never married again. For us children of course it was also something

we barely understood at that time. There also never were any more adult guests or parties at the house.

Nevertheless life went on and my sister and I still were enjoying the pool that my mother kept up solely for us kids

by hiring a pool service. My father had enjoyed a very good salary at Raytheon so my mother – who was also working part time – was

not really hurting at this point. (She switched to full time a couple of years later).

When my sister began developing first some small breast buds and then a noticeable streak of pubic hair, I of course was watching it curiously.

Unfortunately she did become self-conscious about it and started to wear a swimsuit.