Somebody is dancing, her name is Alicia. She is dancing because of the music behind her and because she likes to dance. Obviously she likes to dance otherwise she wouldn’t be dancing. It’s lovely to go dancing at night it would be nice to go dancing. She is dancing to songs you dance to, to ordinary songs, probably one of these dancers here in the picture. I use to go dancing at the club in Auburn. Alicia, that’s my granddaughter’s name. I wouldn’t have a clue where she is dancing, on the street. Well I’ve danced for a long time but never danced on the street. There’s a band playing of course, well they’ve just come down and played music. They’re playing jazz, yeah jazz. Is she a local lady? If she wants to dance it’s probably alright, she can please herself she’s old enough. She lives overseas probably in a house, living with her parents I imagine, so she might have to ask for permission. She looks like a parent of course, she not that old. She might only have one child, maybe none, there none in the picture. I’d like to think she has a mother and father and she goes home and goes out with her sisters, it just depends if they like dancing. That sounds like a good idea.
(This story was created by the residents from the dementia unit at St Josphs' Hospital Sydney, Australia)