A science story, huh?

Is NYU a scientist?

I felt.

And I just thought, well.

It was that golden moment.

Because science was on my side.

Hey, everyone. I'm Ben Lilly, and welcome to the Story Glider, where we bring you true personal stories about science.

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This week's story is from Erica Forensic. It was recorded in July

2015 at Oberon in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

I'll never forget the day my father got the grant that would take him out of my life for a decade.

I was 11 years old and I was playing behind the junior high school hanging out with a 14-year-old bad boy,

Elliot Delaney, flirting my brains out.

And my father pulls up in his rusted out, dodge dart, and says,

get in, we're going for ice cream. So that was enough of a draw for me to go there.

So I go there and I get in his car and I push aside all these jars of like

butterflies and caterpillars and centipedes and the worst jars were the ones that I couldn't see was in there.

And I pushed those aside and I sat down. So he takes me to the dairy barn, which was my favorite place in the world.

And he sits me down and he says, get whatever you want.

And my 11-year-old heart just sank because I knew something bad had happened if I could have whatever I wanted.

But it didn't stop me from ordering a double banana boat with extra caramel sauce and marshmallow.

So he said, I got the grant.

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