Stripped in PublicI have very clear memories of being undressed in public all the way through childhood. My folks originally came from Eastern Europe (former Soviet Union) and saw nothing wrong with young children running around half-naked in the warm weather. My sisters and I wore very little around the house (undies or less) and frequently played bare under the sprinklers. Of course, that was in the privacy of our own home; stripping down outside was a different story altogether (blush).Stripped in Public in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember one occasion when I was around eleven or so. My Mom took me to a church picnic at Ridgewick Park, there were lots of kids running around the trees and fountains. I knew most of them from school and immediately took off to join in the fun, but Mom had other ideas.
"That's your Sunday dress," she said, grabbing me by the hand and turning me around to face her, "I don't want you getting it stained!" She started undoing the buttons on the front, and I gasped in surprise, suddenly realizing what she had i