One Saturday morning, the boy, who lived around the corner, said he’d like to go to Bob Potter’s Ballroom Dancing Studio, at Maroubra Junction (within walking distance from where we lived).
I went with him. He never went again. I hung around the Potters for the rest of our lives. Although, in recent years less often.
The Saturday morning and Thursday afternoon classes were for the kids. By now I was in my early to mid teens.
A few other boys and I were made kind of instructors. We could do the steps well enough to give the girls practice, in dances like the Jazz Waltz, the Rhythm Dance, Quickstep and Slow Foxtrot. The other dances were done in progressive circles.
Sandra was the first redhead who came there for a while. Ever since it became no secret that I thought the redheads had that extra whateveritwas.
Two other redheads, sisters, came to Potters some time later and after that it was always necessary to guard against being accused of having redheads as teacher’s pets. :)
This was the Sandra, in the drawing.