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By deirdyweirdy on Skatehive

.jpg) I can’t say I have more than a passing acquaintance with failure. If I have ever failed at anything, I can’t recall it, though these days I must confess that I remember very little and understand even less. True, I wasn’t a great success at Dutch folk dancing, but that was because Dutch people are so mean, rather than any failing on my part. I have a ‘can-do’ attitude and have always believed I can accomplish anything I set my mind to. If you think you can’t, you can’t; if you think you can, you’re right. I put this down largely to my upbringing. “Can’t” was a four-letter word in our house. My father brooked no failure. One of his many favourite sayings was, “There’s no such thing as can’t.” In addition to paternal influence, I attribute my failure at failure to three things: one, if at first I don’t succeed, I destroy all evidence that I tried; two, I only take on challenges I know I can’t lose; and three, my positivity. I positively exude positivity. I find such a disposition e