>> my name is donald. we lost our youngest daughter on flight 800. cheryl was 16 years old. she was part of the flex club, and they were planning on taking this trip. her older sister took the same trip four years before, so there is no way we could tell her she couldn't. i drove cheryl into the school where they met for the gray hound bus to go to jfk. she and the other kids were very excited. we had 16 students, plus five chaperons. when cheryl decided to take the trip, make this trip, i really didn't want her to go. i was concerned and i just had that feeling.