(U-WIRE) STILLWATER, Okla. – I’ve never really had a problem with nudity.
I remember being at a public pool when I was 3 and stripping out of my bathing suit after my mom said it was time to go.
My mother, blushing and cackling, wrapped me in a towel, trying to hide her wild child from being seen.
Since that time, though, my parents were able to get through my head that I shouldn’t strip randomly in public places.
I called my mom the day before I went to Oaklake Trails to remind her I was going to a nudist park.
I had forgotten to mention until this point that I was planning to go naked.
“You’re what?” she responded.
I think she was a little freaked out with the idea at first. However, my parents are firm believers that I’m a big kid now, so she didn’t try to stop me.
So, on a warm August day, I made the trek out to Oaklake Trails.
I had told most of my friends that I planned to “partake.”
However, when I made it to the office and saw a few naked people standing around casually, I rethought the idea.
Was I really going to get naked? What if people stared? Had I remembered to shave everything?
“What have I gotten myself into?” I thought, as my heart raced.
I reminded myself this was for journalism.
The first thing I did was take a tour of the entire grounds with my clothes on.
But soon I was handed off to Diana McCalment, who drove me in a golf cart to her house.
We talked for a bit and then I changed.
When I first walked out of the bathroom, I felt the sudden rush to cover myself.
The reason I went naked at Oaklake Trails wasn’t so I could write a funny column or freak out my mom.
I went naked because I wanted the people I was interviewing to feel comfortable with me.
I wanted to get the full experience of Oaklake Trails so I could report to you accurately about it.
My experience at Oaklake Trails wasn’t awkward. No one stared and said “Look at Fatty Patty over there.”
I was treated with respect and reminded of how free it feels to go natural. And this time, no one cackled.