We met Gayla and Ken as I was their ballroom dance instructor. She loved to dance at the Lake Kennedy Center in Cape Coral. One evening, she was dancing with my husband, and she fell with a loud crash, followed by my husband who tried to catch her and fell with her. No problem, Gayla hopped back up and they continued dancing. I was talking to Ken and saw it happen, but he didn't, so I tried not to react. When they got back to the table, we all had a good laugh, and the story was told many times to friends, getting more laughs. Our fondest memory is of Ken and Gayla inviting us over for ice cream and great fun.