She loved dance–all types of dance and loved to watch people dancing. At one time as a child she thought she might become a dancer. It didn’t bother the six year old child that she had two left feet. She would clear the rugs in the large dining room connected to the living room and pretend to be Ginger Rogers or Cyd Charisse. Watching black and white movies on an old television inspired her to be those women.
As a teenager she became more aware of her faults and shyness ruled over her previous abandon in dance. She turned to more practical endeavors and still watched from the sidelines.