Storrys About Dawn

My favorite memory of Dawn...

When i first REALLY met her. At her new year 01/02 party. I never realized how very cool she was untill then. I didn't even really know her at all. But Thomas and I were the first to arrive for the party so I went with her to help her with the grocery shopping. It was so fun to watch her face as I kept telling her (from my previos party experiance and living in a family with three brothers...) That that 5 LB bag of noodles was only going to feed us once. And the look on her face when we used a half a BIG box of macaroni for about 5 of us and we ate it all. And I don't have all the words I want to say what I want too but I don't think I've EVER connectted as well with anyone female as well as I felt like I did with Dawn. I miss you Dawn.

i remeber saying good bye to her at the airaport i must say my heart broke i have never seen shippy or me or mom that upset ever sigh the storyes i could tell abount thay sister of mine. some of them i will never let out

Once, at my house, we had about fifteen campers and folks over, and we'd talked Mel into playing Winter for us....and halfway through, while we were all singing, I looked over and Dawn was just crying her little eyes out because it was such a beautiful song and we were all here with her and it was just...wonderful. But the best part of the storry isn't that. It's that every single time we play that song (which is basically whenever Mel and her and I are in the same place at the same time) she does that. Every single time she cries. So beautiful.

  -Robyn 

I remember the time I was in a really bad mood about my writing, a bad mood in general. Then Dawn came online, and I started to talk to her. Well, whine to her, really. She listened to my troubles, and then she made a suggestion. She said I should kill off each of my characters in creative ways. She even gave several examples. (They could trip over a penny, fall off a bridge, get hit by lightning...) My bad mood was immediately vaporized as I started laughing. - Naela

My Dawn story takes place the VERY first day of camp. Most everybody is at the parking lot place and our bus gets there (the bus I was on rather)and Jessica is the first person to grab me. She grabs me and runs and takes me to Dawn who then immedietly after finding out who I am picks me up and hug-spins me. - emily o.

dawn my heven my love my wounder my joy my sister i love her even when she is away a story abount this wounder lets see i remember we where walking and she was 10 or so and i was 7 or so we made up this club thing just the 2 of us.... i also remember her helping me through moving 1 year ago and letting me go to camp and remending me that we all grow up....even that 10 year old that i remember her of dawn i love you don't get eaten by a bear...love forever Heather

sighhhhh...i miss dawn a LOT, like, i thought her being in canada meant she was far away, but dude, england's WAY far away! so like, a cute little story, i remember her singing along to this song by the offspring and just thinking how punk rock she looked singing "and i wonder why she sleeps with my friends!!!" with the bright yellow hair and old jeans and all...jenny

I remember making bread (challah, of course) for the first time, with Dawn. I remember when she was lamenting the degeneration of her jeans, and I suggested that she collect scraps of cloth from each person she visited while she was traveling, and sew them over the holes. It would be practical, yet commemorative. And she's all, "Yeah!" and sure enough, she collected various swaths of cloth from us during our stay here. I remember walking around Sonoma after dark. We went to the 7-11 on the corner and bought packaged ice creams...she got a drumstick and I got a cherry garcia pop, which she'd never heard of. Then we shared, and sat on a bench eating ice cream and talking about the nature of forgiveness, and whether or not never forgiving someone could be a healthy thing. I remember taking a midnight walk with her along Nick B.W's deserted road during Theory, gazing up at the stars and snarling at the neighbor dogs. ~Rosie

I took Dawn out a couple of times for Pho' (pronounced "fuh"), Vietnamese noodle soup. The first time, after we had gotten well into our soups, I started wondering how I was going to finish mine. There didn't seem to be any utensils around other than chopsticks, and it would take a loooong time to eat soup with chopsticks, or with anything else other than a spoon. I expressed this concern to Dawn, and she asked me if I'd be willing to pick up my bowl and slurp my soup, should that prove the only way to handle the situation. I considered, and said yes. Then, and only then, she showed me the large, beautiful spoons that had been sitting just out of my line of vision. Silly girl. -Mitchell

I've got a better one than that. Once we were talking about the movie Being John Malkovich, and how great and funny and sad it was. Then we tried to see how well we could communicate by saying nothing but the word "Malkovich." We did some aimless Malkoviching for a minute or two, and then I said, in a very low and sultry tone, "Malkovich Malkovich?" She watched me for a second, and then leaned over and kissed me. The experiment was considered a success by both parties.

December 28^th, 1999: I've just gotten to Nick and Mical's house, and I'm feeling rather tired and a little nervous. The cat in my lap is calming my nerves somewhat. Then a tall blond girl I know only slightly sits down in front of me and asks me about my life. At this point I have no idea how amazing the next nine and a half months are going to be.

I remember at the edmonton new years party in 2001/2002. Marina came running at me and said "your brother just got a tattoo!" and sure enough on his livejournal it stated that he had indeed gotten one. I remarked to dawn that I would have to get a bigger tattoo just to top it off, and the look on her face was priceless! She screamed at me in a soft type of voice "don't even think about it!"