I took showers/baths with either parent before I got too old and even after that changed with my stepdad in the swimming pool locker room. I think a weirder experience for me was being naked in the gym locker shower with my coworker.
My old man always walked around nude. It was just the way it was.
And once I wandered into what they call The Primal Scene. My mother was so still which I thought about later when I grew up. Then I became a mother…
A FEW times, but not as a routine thing. I think my parents’ general attitude was “For people over the age of 5, being naked is something associated with private activities, but in reality, we live in a very small house with one bathroom so inevitably there will be some nudity visible.”
It must have happened enough that I had the basics of what naked people looked like, because I never remember being shocked or surprised at the view. The appropriate response to an accidental bathroom encounter was something like “oh excuse me, I’ll be done in a moment,” not screaming or embarrassment or anything.
Grew up in the 1970s.
I follow the Seinfeld philosophy that there is good naked and bad naked. Parents are never good naked.
My mom, all the time. She used to get dressed while we hung out in her room and chatted (and vice versa).
My dad, never. I have seen him in briefs on the way from bed to the bathroom but that was it.
I was born in '77.
Not as far as I remember. I mean, I saw my mom’s boobies when she was breast-feeding my brother, but that’s about it. I don’t recall ever seeing either my father or mother completely naked.
This is me, too (and describes my attire as of this moment). As soon as I get home, I have to get out of my “outside clothes” and into an outfit as described above or a nightgown or some kind of non-clothing-clothes. I think this comes from having grown up wearing a school uniform. The uniform was THE most expensive thing in my closet, and I changed out of it the instant I walked into the house. So whatever I’ve worn out in the world must come off the moment I get home. On a weekend day I may stay in my non-clothes all the freakin’ day long. 
Oddly, sitting around the house naked just doesn’t work for me. I have NO neighbors, so modesty isn’t the issue. 
I don’t think FotF even existed in ~1981, but either way, they weren’t. But mom must have read the theory somewhere, because it was just once, and it was the same weekend Dad gave me The Talk. Ugh.
And I didn’t turn out gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Care to elaborate?
Yeah, I get that. But since I saw my parents naked occasionally since I was born, naked was just “without apparel”. However, if I didn’t see them naked until I was mid-puberty when naked classmates were who I was interested in seeing, that would have been a bummer. But not nearly as bummer as a couple years back when I walked in on Mom with her head in Dad’s lap (they were over 60).
She was resting?
Sure. Kneeling while draped over the arm of his Lazyboy with her head in his lap. Resting. Recliners seem somehow dirty now. As do my parents :o
So it worked! Heh.
Yeah. Both. Not at the same time, however. But the family was pretty easy-going. Ranch family, no illusions about nature and mammalian physiology. No neighbors, too, so it was a lot easier to get away with. We’d all take turns sunbathing nude, getting lovely tans with no tan-lines.
Graduated high school in '74.
Actually, wearing shorts and a t-shirt at the moment.
I never had any kids, and at 51 and happily married to a woman who is older than I am, very unlikely to father any. As for the latter, it is like this Onion article:
I’ve lived in nudist situations since being a kid, and been nude with friends in non-sexual situations. The only real, lasting impact I can see on me is an inability to take clothing seriously. But maybe that’s just because I’m a huge geek.
I’m surprised how many “no’s” there are in this thread. My parents are pretty morally conservative, but I frequently saw them naked in the context of dressing, showering, etc. up until about age 5. They still wander around their own house in their underwear when I visit.
BTW I am female.
Bolding mine…How do you know your daughter hasn’t seen your son like that? 
That’s awesome. Myself, never seen either nekked.
female, grew up in the 60s - only saw my Dad in his underwear that I remember, although my Mom tells the story of me as a toddler opening the shower door while he was in there and saying “Hi, Dad!” and since then he locked the bathroom door.
my Mom I saw naked many times, as well as a lot of other females at the YWCA where I grew up. everyone walked around in various stages of undress including completely nude and I never noticed anyone make a thing about it.
I feel sorry for girls now: last time I was in a locker room all the women were undressing and showering behind closed doors. like your naked body was something to be ashamed of!
female, born in 1974 (graduated high school in 1992)
My parents were pretty casual about nudity. My moms (bio and step - two different households) would change clothes or get dressed while we chatted. During my middle school years, I had some of the best conversations with them while they were in the bath or shower (which now that I’m a mother myself, I feel a profound need to apologize for!) My dads (bio and step - also two different households) not quite as much, but they’d walk from the shower to the bedroom naked, nap naked, sleep naked, and bathroom and bedroom doors were left open by default.
The only time that stands out in my memory, actually, is the one time my father, lying naked on his bed reading a book, grabbed for the sheet and hurriedly covered up when I stuck my head in the door. At the time, I felt awful, and attributed it to my new pregnancy and Dad feeling like I was “a woman now” or something. Looking back on it, I wonder if he was just masturbating.
I’ve taken my kids - not to nudist camps, exactly, but to hippie/neopagan festivals where anything goes, clothing wise, including no clothing. Think Burning Man, but smaller and not in the desert and with drum circles instead of techno music. About a third of the people there are in some state of undress (more when the crowds were younger, but now that we’re all aging, we’re more likely to be seen in fanciful layers of silks, tutus or ren-faire garb than “skyclad” (naked).) The first year I took my son, he was 6, and he did come home and report to my mother with wide eyes that “there were naked people there!” She asked him how he felt about that, and he shrugged and said, “I wasn’t naked. I don’t like that much sun screen.” 