This is an article from last year, but it is really positive and one can appreciate the writer for attitude and open mind.
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Topless Daughters
By juliemartin
Getting Used To Nudist Teens When They Happen To be Your Teens
During a family vacation in Europe last summer I visited a business client in Norway to spend a few days with his family. Our hospitable host entertained us with great meals and guided us to the usual tourist haunts, all much appreciated. On our next to last day, a Sunday, it was suggested we visit a beach where Norwegians take what little advantage they can of warm sun during their short summers. It made sense to us. We equipped ourselves for a day at the beach and waited for our ride.
A short trip out of Oslo took us to a populated beach that, from a distance, looked normal enough to a Midwestern American. However, upon hitting the beach proper I was astounded to see at least half of our fellow beach goers where nude or topless, regardless of age. My wife and I stumbled a bit, not having concluded our family policy on the matter of family nudity, not that we were prudes.
Our young son (ten) seemed oblivious to the nudity, but not prepared to partake himself. He kept his suit on. My thirteen year old daughter, however, seemed inclined to follow our host’s daughter of the same age, who lost her top as a matter of course. My host’s wife did the same without missing a beat. He stay suited, much to my relief, as did I. My daughter, after a brief conference with my wife, removed her top, revealing to me for the first time her ascent into womanhood. I felt a moment of there being something not quite right about the universe, which passed within a few minutes. That’s about how long it takes to adjust, for a new “normal” to unravel. My daughter was boundlessly giggly, fully absorb in either crossing her arms or beaming her bosom pridefully, her fragile looking flesh itself startled with the new regimen.
That’s it. The crossover was complete. My daughter could share her new womanhood without shame with me and about three hundred others present and accounted for.
My wife joined our friends on rented chaise loungers and eventually, unceremoniously, removed her top, accompanied by a commentary involving fresh herring. So much for being blase. Following our hosts lead I removed suited, longing a bit to be free, knowing someday I would join in the movement, or in the case of Europe, the normalcy.
JimH for The Nude Review, “Nudist Experiences”
This is an article from last year, but it is really positive and one can appreciate the writer for attitude and open mind.
(http://urbanhysteria.com/topless-daughter-042009a.jpg)
Topless Daughters
By juliemartin
Getting Used To Nudist Teens When They Happen To be Your Teens
During a family vacation in Europe last summer I visited a business client in Norway to spend a few days with his family. Our hospitable host entertained us with great meals and guided us to the usual tourist haunts, all much appreciated. On our next to last day, a Sunday, it was suggested we visit a beach where Norwegians take what little advantage they can of warm sun during their short summers. It made sense to us. We equipped ourselves for a day at the beach and waited for our ride.
A short trip out of Oslo took us to a populated beach that, from a distance, looked normal enough to a Midwestern American. However, upon hitting the beach proper I was astounded to see at least half of our fellow beach goers where nude or topless, regardless of age. My wife and I stumbled a bit, not having concluded our family policy on the matter of family nudity, not that we were prudes.
Our young son (ten) seemed oblivious to the nudity, but not prepared to partake himself. He kept his suit on. My thirteen year old daughter, however, seemed inclined to follow our host’s daughter of the same age, who lost her top as a matter of course. My host’s wife did the same without missing a beat. He stay suited, much to my relief, as did I. My daughter, after a brief conference with my wife, removed her top, revealing to me for the first time her ascent into womanhood. I felt a moment of there being something not quite right about the universe, which passed within a few minutes. That’s about how long it takes to adjust, for a new “normal” to unravel. My daughter was boundlessly giggly, fully absorb in either crossing her arms or beaming her bosom pridefully, her fragile looking flesh itself startled with the new regimen.
That’s it. The crossover was complete. My daughter could share her new womanhood without shame with me and about three hundred others present and accounted for.
My wife joined our friends on rented chaise loungers and eventually, unceremoniously, removed her top, accompanied by a commentary involving fresh herring. So much for being blase. Following our hosts lead I removed suited, longing a bit to be free, knowing someday I would join in the movement, or in the case of Europe, the normalcy.
JimH for The Nude Review, “Nudist Experiences”
Wow that is an amazing story. Thanks for showing us the article, its inspirational