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“Eric Crogan, how many times have we been over this? You must not agree to dares! And don’t you give me that rubbish about them thinking that ‘Eric is a dork,’ because you and I both know that he isn’t- is he?!”

“No, dad, I suppose he isn’t. It’s just that the other boys in my class said that they would blow raspberries at the teacher too, so I guess it isn’t entirely my fault…”

Eric’s sentence trailed off at his father’s sighing expression, wondering how much trouble he was in. A seemingly smug air of silence swept over the park bench that they were sitting on. Eric's father sighed. “Look here son; I understand that being a 11 year old boy ‘aint the easiest part of your life being, well, you know, that it’s that point in your life when your growing up and all...” Eric stared at his father with a horrified expression.“Dad! You know very well that I don’t have feelings for Mary Westling - so you can save the lecture on girlfriends ‘till a lot later!”

"Oh, right…I was just thinking-"

“NO!”

“Sorry, sorry. Anyway, before I heard about your little incident earlier on, I was thinking about telling you about the family tree work was doing at around lunch time on your great great great great great great great grandfather’s, William and Charles Crogan. The year? 1776…"