I think I have a similar family background as most of you described it. In many ways my parents were very liberal, but concerning the body they were quite prudish. In my family, you always locked the bathroom, and I can't remember seeing my father or my mother naked for more than a short glimpse while they were changing clothes.

I had the first encounter with naturism on a holiday trip with my family when I was 12 or 13 years, when I saw a middle-aged couple walking happily and completely naked along a Danish beach. This made a lasting impression on me, and made me want to try this as well. So, the same day after lunch I sneaked away from my parents' holiday home for an hour and had my first try at sunbathing naked in the dunes, which was very exciting. I even dared running down to the beach and was frolicking in the surf for a few minutes.

It was the only naturist experience I had for some years. I didn't dare to tell my parents that I loved being naked, it somehow felt as it was something "indecent". So,I was only running around nude at home when nobody else was there.
When I was at college, I met a friend who had grown up very differently and had spent every summer of her childhood on the "FKK"-beaches of the German Baltic Sea coast. Her family had always been very comfortable being naked around each other, and I envied her having grown up in such a free and relaxed atmosphere.

I don't see my own attitude towards naturism as a rebellion against my parents, but sometimes I feel regret that their prudish attitude prevented me from enjoying naturism earlier in my life.

Yes I can imagine a whole different life as a child and a teenager if my parents had been naturists. It would have changed my life but also the family dynamics. My parents were great in many ways but I found it impossible to talk to them about many things. I think being a naturist family helps with honesty and openess. 

I remember seeing those armless dressing things as a child. I think some people I knew had homemade ones. It is one of the cool things I have noticed about Spanish beaches. If people are on the beach but not spending time on it naked they we still just undress and put on their swimwear (and vice versa at the end of the day) without seeming to care about the time spent standing naked as they change.   

dont think there was a time when I wasn't a naturist. I have some disability in my upper body so dressing was such a pain in the rear it was easier to stay nude as a kid, especially after a bath. My parents got used to it until I hit puberty and was told to put some pants on, to which I replied: "it's only hair."

and I just never got the problem with bodies, we all have one, so why are we so scared of them?

It did cause some bother once when I was at a neighbours and her toddlers stripped off for the paddling pool so I did.

the 'problem' was I was ten, so was told to get dressed and go home for my trunks.

when I was 13 I had chickenpox at this time of year (may / June) so you can imagine how uncomfortable that was in the early summer heat with clothes on. I was off school, obviously, parents at work, brother at school, so I ditched the clothes altogether and stayed in my altogether whilst the family were out.

 

My Mother was very laid back about her nudity believing, quite rightly that if me and my brother saw her nude we'd not be curious about what women looked like so it was always an open door policy with Mam so I have always bee comfortable with her nudity.

this came in handy in recent years when Mam got dementia which brought out the naturist in her. and I'd have to clean her up when she had accidents and such so that relaxed attitude to bodies certainly helped.

 

My dad, on the other hand, was a total prude about all that stuff so would not have liked me being a naturist/ he died when I was 17 so had no knowledge of my interest in naturism.

In my family, I was the one who became interested in naturism after finding someone's stash of naturist magazines (remember, this was the 1960's) in our woods.  My father was not that modest but my mother was always very careful to not be seen nude.  Underwear maybe but always covered.

Because of a plumbing mistake (NEVER put a drain in an exposed wall that is not well insulated), the shower in my parent's bedroom was unusable for many years.  My father had put a drain in the basement floor and we enhanced it with a shower stall.  I often saw him going down for a shower or coming back up nude.

Since we also had a pool once I discovered skinny dipping I pestered my parents to let me go nude all the time in the pool.  My mother finally relented but only if I was by myself.

 It varied.My Mom was more at ease than my Dad.I remember one summer at our family farm,I had a pool.I discovered the water would stain whatever I wore in the pool.I asked why I couldn't be nude and avoid staining clothes.The only answer I got from my Dad was someone might drive up the road to the yard.
 A few years later I got a real bad case of heat rash.Mom told me that she understood it felt better to be naked,but when company came I'd have to wear shorts.
 Once I was an adult the family knew I swam in my sister's pool nude most of the time.When she first moved in we were putting grass squares down.It was hot and I hadn't bought a swim suit for that season yet.Afterward we were all hot and wanted to cool off.Everyone but my grandmother was OK with swimming nude.Finally,she said"Well since it's only family it would be OK."
 The funny thing is my grandmother's sister,my great aunt told us that they would always call before coming over so they wouldn't catch us skinny dipping.I told her,"That wouldn't be a problem,you and Norb,my uncle could join us.
 When my Mom discoveredmassage later in life she became more understanding of nudity.In fact while celebrating my Birthday in 2012 she joined us.Afterward she couldn't stop talking about how good it felt.