Today, I'm starting a new entry in my personal blog about Christian nudism. In previous posts, I mentioned that Christian nudism isn't really that important. What I mean is that it's not a new doctrine, and it's not for everyone. But for some reason, it is important to me. To clarify why I consider it significant, I'll share a childhood anecdote that I call "the day I lost my innocence." Perhaps some of you can identify with this memory. It was a sweltering summer day. I don't recall how old I was, but it's one of my earliest conscious memories. I estimate I was under five years old, maybe four. I was at home, and it was bath time. I wasn't fond of bathing; in fact, I avoided it whenever possible. But my mother had a strategy to make it more enjoyable. She knew I loved playing with toy boats, so she'd place them in the bathtub, making bath time more bearable. On that particular day, there were many children in the living room. They weren...