"I think of Sharon often as pictures of her during our filming of Don't Make Waves adorn the walls of my gym in Santa Cruz, California. The members are mesmerized. She's a star in the eyes of my heart not only because of her physical and internal beauty but also for her earthy courage and daring spontaneity. Sharon was a year younger than I, and several solid steps ahead, when we met on the set of a film called Don't Make Waves, in which we costarred. It was nearly half a century ago but seems like yesterday. We became friends like kids in school, I being the guy who carried her books. She was wrapped up with Roman Polanski and I was married. She felt unthreatened, and we could pal around and travel together when promotions required our presence. She held onto my arms and wouldn't let go as our four-passenger aircraft worked it's way through a storm on a flight to Charlotte for a film promotion, yet she didn't hesitate to leap high from a trampoline and into my arms again and again to complete a beach scene in the making. We hung in the shade and talked about this or that or nothing with the rest of the crew till it was our turn to tumble in the forsaken house in Malibu. Sharon, Miss Tate, was gutsy, energetic, athletic, willing and able and absolutely beautiful. She was honest and innocent. Two years after our film experience, as I walked across the LAX terminal, an enthusiastic voice called "Dave, Dave, Dave" across the deserted late-night floor. I turned and it was Sharon dressed in black and wearing high-heeled boots. She ran and jumped into my arms, excitedly introduced me to her young friends, and was off. That was the last I saw of the beautiful girl. Not many people got to know Sharon Tate very well. The dear child, the beautiful woman, lived only twenty-six years. I met her during one of those precious years when life was brimming with promise and flooded with sunshine. We passed in the night like lost friends. I miss her today." - Dave Draper (Costar in Don't Make Waves and friend)
