A Nude Family
I grew up in the fifties and sixties. As a product of mainstream Middle America, I was not encouraged to bare my body other than when bathing or swimming and even swimming I had to wear swimming trunks. I wasn’t taught my body was shameful, only that it shouldn’t be exposed except under certain circumstances. There was one hot day when I was between first and second grade, though. I was in our back yard playing in the sprinkler in my trunks. My mom, who wasn’t working at the time, called out...