We immediately get in the car and head to the lake, where we proceed to strip our clothes and jump in the water. I think about this one day on the rock in the lake—we call it Blueberry Island—as I smush a berry against my chest. I make a joke to my friends about something irrelevant, and we laugh. Would a newcomer to our little group of swimmers feel like there was a stigma to wearing clothes? Would they be uncomfortable in a bathing suit? A reverse-streaking, if you will? Bathtubs are wonderful and warm, but a body submerged in a body of water so much bigger than itself say, a lake!
Soon to enjoy a renaissance in Williamsburg, no doubt. My cuffed jeans, you can laugh at. We may be related. Sorry, Mom. If you were going to write a letter home from camp or the summer when you were 12, what would it say? Share a snippet. This was really fun to read. Of course, I should have been writing a blog post instead! I loved your suggestions for getting it going.
There is a camp I came across in California that addressed the issue of skinny dipping head-on. Here is the policy: "Our skinny dipping policy was designed because children have different levels of comfort with their bodies. Same gender groups, including staff members, are permitted to do skinny-dipping, but only after a group discussion which emphasizes that it is an individual choice and all campers may make their own decision. Skinny dipping must be the campers' idea and will not be suggested by staff. Additionally, one counselor and the lifeguard must keep their clothes on at all times to insure comfort and safety. Wow I'd be interested to hear parent's responses to this policy! Can I ask what camp that is? I think I know already, I'm just wondering if it's the same one I'm thinking of. My friend Leah went to a camp where clothing was completely optional at all times. She said some people only wore clothes to meals which was mandatory.
Writer Mark Oppenheimer shares his childhood memories of his month-long stay at a nudist summer camp run by Quakers. Good clean competition, hairy or otherwise, is a part of summer fun for children attending sleep-away camp. But in the middle of August, camps across the nation are closing their activities, kids say goodbye to new friends and first loves and their daily dose of Capture the Flag. Most children are sad to leave, but there are some who cannot wait to get back home, and that was the case for writer Mark Oppenheimer. When I was eight years old, in , my parents sent me off to a nudist camp; not a camp for adults who voluntarily chose nudism as a lifestyle, but a summer camp for young boys where nudity was encouraged. At Timberlake, nestled in the woodlands of Vermont, boys swam in the nude, slept in the nude, even played Whiffle ball in the nude.