I Miss You, Michelle, And Everyday I Dance, I Dance For YouI remember exactly where I was when the planes hit the towers and the Pentagon.
I was sitting on a bus, ready to leave on a field trip with my fellow fifth graders and my mother was in a car with the other adult chaperones behind the bus. I remember the principal coming outside and boarding the bus and explaining that the field trip was being rescheduled as there had just been an ‘accident’ in the country. I can’t blame her for not telling us what had happened.
I remember walking upstairs to the classroom with my classmates and seeing the images of the tower on fire from the open-air library which was housed on the second floor.
I remember breaking down there in the hallway because Michelle lived in New Jersey and was attending school in Manhattan. Her mother worked in the building across the street from the World trade Towers.
I remember being escorted to the girls bathroom by my mother, who proceeded to call my father at work, who instructed her to take my sister and myself home. He was leaving work in Falls Church shortly and would arrive home at approximately 11am.
I remember not being able to find a television channel which was not showing footage of the burning buildings and the collapse which happened not long after.
I remember being worried as hell about Michelle and her mother.
I remember receiving the call from Michelle’s mother the next morning telling me that Michelle had passed in the initial shock wave of the first impact at 8:45am. She had been getting a pretzel with a friend from her school and had been hit by a piece of debris from the building.