I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when — Ann Bancroft
I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when — Ann Bancroft
I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when — Ann Bancroft
I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when — Ann Bancroft
I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when — Ann Bancroft
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I get stubborn and dig in when people tell me I can't do something and I think I can. It goes back to my childhood when I had problems in school because I have a learning disability.

— Ann Bancroft
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