The roots of me being such an ardent nudist, along with the hassles I have with getting dressed daily, stem from living on a boat as a child. In the tropics, it's warm and moist. Clothes are not only uncomfortable, but washing them would be a huge use of resources I now realize.
I remember wearing shorts (and nothing else) on the streets of Papeete. I think some of us seldom got dressed when we were out at sea. My oldest sister kept covered, and my dad always wore shorts. Eve's shyness seemed odd to me at the time.

I remember having a wool poncho over shorts. I walked the board back to the seawall and someone called out, "Don't fall!" I turned to tell them I never fall, and I fell into the water. I remember seeing the snails up close, huge red triangular snails. It was because the wool poncho was heavy and I was sinking. The whole thing worried the adults but I didn't care much. They fished me out. Their daughter was the first person who told me about "germs," and the concept of a bunch of small living things. Funny, Kayleigh has known about all kinds of stuff like that since 2-3 years old.