Not sure of a site but I can tell you my story. I was in the 7th grade and had just walked up to the bus stop across the street from my home. It was beautiful outside with typical California day blue sky and crisp air. I walked up to a group of my friends and was chatting, about what I am not sure anymore. A girl named Moniche walked up, she was hysterical in tears. She said we were under attack there were terrorists who stole planes and they might hit anywhere. I remember thinking at first that she was just being dramatic, it was probably an accident and it probably wasnt a huge deal. But when we got on the bus everyone was talking about it and sharing worries that it could happen here. Thats when I started to think it could he really really bad. I felt so scared and confused, we all were. As soon as we got into our first period History class (how perfect) the teacher turned on the tv and told us to watch; that we were living in history. I watched wide eyed at the coverage. Some kids cried and looked away but I stayed watching. To this day I can still remember watching the bodies fall from the buildings. I imagined how hot the fire must be, how desperate and scared those poor people were to jump from so high. I was filled with anger and sadness. The whole room was silent besides the muffled cries from some of the students. I remember there was alot of silence in the days that followed. It was like everyone collectively ran out of words to say. At the same time there was such a feeling of unity in that silence, of patriotism. We had no idea what the events of that day would bring us, as kids we thought the war would be done and over with in a year or two. We had no idea that it would stretch on for much longer and branch into different conflicts? We couldnt imagine tha the fighting would go on until the kids in that room were old enough to enlist and that some of them too would die.