Rain and Heat

Quick post.  First off, I must say it, oh god the heat.  It is amazing how you can suddenly discover that BAM! you are sweating.  Everyhere.  All the time.  Stick, stick, stick.

I was telling Fiance about how when I was little my parents had an interesting time keeping clothes on me.  Really, it is their fault.  They failed at teaching my brother and myself vicious shame.  I remember particularly hot days, arguing vehemently with my parents about the necessity for clothes upon exiting the house.  It annoyed me that I was arguing with sound logic ("It's hot!  I don't want to be hotter") and they were arguing with something that I would later learn are called social norms ("It makes people uncomfortable!"  "Then they shouldn't look!").  Stick, stick, stick.

I was also not much fun when it rained.  I love rain.  To this day, when it rains, I feel that rain can only be properly enjoyed when outside, naked and dancing in it.  Got to shower in the rain once (another story) and it was amazing!!!  But side point.  I have another vivid memory of running outside to play in the rain when I was under ten.  Ankle deep in mud and giggling at the squeelch sounds it made, my Dad came outside and explained that we (brother and I) needed to put clothes on.
"But wwwhhhyyyy???"
"Because you're in the front lawn."
"Soooo???"
"You can't be naked where people will see you."
"But wwwhhhhyyy?  It makes more sense to not be wearing clothes.  They don't get wet.  They don't get dirty!!"
"Come inside."
"No!"
"You can't be out here naked."
"Why?"
"It will make people uncomfortable."
"They will be driving by.  They won't see.  They shouldn't look!  It's not my fault."
"Inside.  Now!"
"Ugh.  Daaaddd!"
"Now!!"
*grumble grumble* 

I'm still not 100% sure how their discomfort is my fault.  *sigh*