Funny the things you remember when you start talking with someone about wetlook. Back in 1970 something, we used to vacation at Hampton Beach, New Hampshire. I must have been around 13 or 14 years old , and already enamored with wet clothes, although I'm sure at the time it was because it was taboo around my house and where I grew up. One day we were on the North Beach, and it was a bit cold and damp and the fog hadn't lifted yet. Everyone had on some kind of clothes, hoodies, wind breakers, sweatshirts, but mostly in shorts or bathing suits, and the low tide thing to do there was go out around the rocks and hunt for starfish, shells, etc. and a lot of people were picking sea snails for escargot.
And then I noticed a girl in a white fishermans sweater, with one of those skinny, striped turtlenecks underneath, and a pair of bell bottom jeans - a very typical outfit for girls at the time. and her brown hair was long and straight. She was with her family and they were around the rocks on north beach picking snails. She was probably 15-16?? then. They were hopping around rocks and she was getting the bottom of her jeans wet as the tide splashed the rocks, but it was obvious that she had at least tried to stay dry when she went out there, otherwise she would have been much wetter. But as the tide came in they got wetter higher, with each splashing wave, and it became very obvious that she wasn't getting back to the beach - in dry jeans at least. I lost sight of her for a while behind some of the rocks and figured she was probably down in some of the crevices trying to fill her bucket. At one point she reappeared and was wading waist deep around the rocks as a wave came in, broke on the rocks and splashed her, not bad but she shrieiked - then the little cove she was in filled up with the remnants of the wave and she was like up to her armpits. I can still picture her coming out around the rockpile, up to at least her armpits in the water, with her bucket of stuff held up high. She went over to where they had set up their blankets and chairs, putting her bucket on the beach with several others. I heard some laughing and some voices but couldn't make out what they were saying, but the next thing I saw was her running into the surf with her little brother and actually swimming. Even though the water was cold, they stayed in there for a little while and were jumping waves and having a good time, their parents sat on the beach and watched them and apparently didn't seem to mind her fully clothed foray into the surf. When she came out, she took the fishermans sweater off and hung it over the back of a beach chair, then toweled off and lay on the blanket for a while since the sun had finally come out. They were still on the beach when we left so I don't know if she went back in or not, but apparently she liked swimming in clothes, or maybe had some kind of medical or modesty issue because later that evening she was in the pool at the hotel next door to us with her brother and a bunch of other teenagers and she had on the same bell bottom jeans and that striped, skinny turtleneck that I saw that morning. Great early memory!!!