Growing up i knew that i disliked wearing clothes. I was a single child and my parents thought that nudity was at the best bad, and at the worst wicked
At the age of 22 and newly trained and qualified i got a job with a British company operating in Ghana, west Africa. I left London at the end of January. It was cold dark and damp. I was dressed with so many clothes to keep warm.
The plane arrived at Accra airport at 8 am next morning. I could see skies so blue that i had never seen the likes of before. The captain said the temperature outside was 82f (35c). When i walked down the steps in all mw winter clothes i nearly fainted.
After clearing customs and immigration i was taken to what would be my own house close to a deserted Atlantic Beach of white sand and lined by coconut trees. As soon as i was indoors, the clothes came off (all of them). And thats how i became a nudist. I will write more about the beach soon.

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