Alright, this is my first post.
It's my first time.
It's my first time.
Be gentle.
O.K., this is me!
The baby of the family, the last of my parents nine children.
This is the earliest photo of me (that I know of). A cute little blue eyed blonde, out on the grass half naked, basking in the sun. This was to become a common thread in my early years that would continue on into adulthood. I loved the warm caress of the sun on my skin. The feel of the refreshing breeze evaporating the beads of sweat when it had gotten just a little bit too hot. I would shuck off my clothes whenever and wherever I could. I hated wearing pajamas...I felt like I was wearing a straitjacket, they would be under my pillow or on the floor in the morning.
I still remember the scowl on the face of my stern Danish Grandmother when she caught the neighbor girl and me at the end of a naked foot race. We were only four or five years old. We thought that we would be able to run faster if we were not weighed down by our clothes.
I'm not sure just yet what direction this blog is going to take. If you have any comments feel free...but please keep the conversation civil and profanity free.
I still remember the scowl on the face of my stern Danish Grandmother when she caught the neighbor girl and me at the end of a naked foot race. We were only four or five years old. We thought that we would be able to run faster if we were not weighed down by our clothes.
I have been running naked through life (figuratively speaking, of course) ever since.
I'm not sure just yet what direction this blog is going to take. If you have any comments feel free...but please keep the conversation civil and profanity free.
