
I was 11.
That was the day when circumstances forced my parents to explain to me the difference between a streaker (I'd never seen one before then) and a nudist (a concept that I was familiar with through my liberal childhood education).
It had to do with the idea of what we do for attention and what we do out of conviction and and what people do with no thought at all.
It taught me a lot.
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