An early (bad) memory was the appearance of pubic hair during my adolescence. Didn't know that there was such a thing, and was afraid I was some kind of freak! Didn't say anything about it for the longest time, and eventually learned that it was normal. So I just kind-of put up with it for the interim.
I experimented with shaving it a couple of times in the mid-70s, and liked the look and the feel. My wife was non-committal, and I eventually let it grow back, mostly allowing it until I was in my early 50s, and we started to experiment with swinging and kink. We both shaved, and for a time, shaved each other's pubes as kind of a Dom/sub ritual. (I was the Dom -- reluctantly...) We didn't find a lot of satisfaction in swinging, but it led to my realization and acceptance of being bisexual. We don't swing anymore, but we both continue to be bare 'down there'. I love the smooth shaved skin of the pubic regions on both males & females.
As I've become older, I've become bolder, in that I now shave most of my body, from the neck-down. I basically hate body hair, at least on me. I like the feeling of nylon against my smooth skin and do my best to keep the stubble away. I often think how cool it would be to have the human equivalent of a 'flea dip', where I could be lowered into a barrel of depilatory to dissolve any hair up to my chinny chin chin...
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