Barbara's story

I was five when we first went there. It was near the end of May. It was a Saturday morning at breakfast. Mom was putting a few things into a picnic basket, and Dad was carrying a beach bag filled with towels. "Where are we going," I remember asking. "We're going to a park where nobody wears any clothes, and everyone will be naked" answered mom. "Is that OK with you?" dad asked. "Will you be wearing any clothes mom? "No. Me and dad will be just like you, and we won't be wearing any clothes." "Is that OK with you" she said. "I guess so," I answered, without even thinking. *       *         * The idea of going to a nudist club came out of left field. I never gave it a thought until I read an article about a club and jokingly mentioned it to Wendy. "Sounds like it might be fun," she said. "You're joking, right." "No I'm not." So, some discreet phone calls to find the number to the nudist club, and everything was set in motion. First there was the visit. Not to the nudist club, but to our house. A couple from the club came to the house one evening for a coffee and chat, to tell us about the club and to check us out. Wendy and I didn't have a clue what to wear! We knew the club representatives would be wearing clothes, but we had no idea what to wear. *          *            * I remember the drive. I don't recall it being long Mom had the directions typed out on a piece of paper. Every now and then she told dad when to turn.We were driving along a country road when mom told dad to keep an eye out for a small green post on the left side of the road. Dad turned there and drove down a road a bit and stopped at a locked gate. He got out of the car and walked to the gate, pressed a button, and waited. Mom said someone would come down to unlock the gate so we could drive in. As we waited, mom reminded me that I couldn't tell my friends or neighbors about the club. She was about to say something else, when then an old truck was heading toward the gate. The driver, got out (he was wearing a bathing suit and sandals) and looked at the license plate. He then said something to dad, and opened the gate. Dad returned to the car, got in, and we drove through. Just as the man was about to lock the gate, another car drove up slowly and  passed through, with the driver waiving at the family. The car was going slowly, and I could tell there were children in the back seat. *           *              * We followed the other car. The road made a curve turn in the woods before coming to a large opening. Dad parked next to the other car. He then looked at mom, and said "OK, let's try it." As I looked out the window, the family in the other car was already out of their clothes. Mom and dad got out of the car, while I was inside removing my clothes. Mom and dad laughed when they saw me naked, and they quickly bundled their clothes and left it in the front seat. Mom stayed with me while dad went into small house.  She said dad had to sign us in and pay. He came out a few minutes later with a naked lady who worked at the club.  She showed us around, pointing out the lake and the pool, the children's area and the sunning areas. She then said if we needed anything, just ask. When she left, dad said "should we join in and be nudists?" We all smiled. I asked if I could play in the children's area and mom said to go ahead.  She then put a blanket down while dad went to the car to get the picnic basket. *        *           * Later in the afternoon I went to the wading pool with my mom where I made lots  of new friends. And we went back every weekend after that.