It all started when I fell off my skateboard during the competition. Then it appeared in front of me. "I am the Mistake and I am yours," it says to me. "No way, now get lost!" I reply sharply. But it doesn't seem to understand. Wherever I go, it follows me. What do you do then? Do you avoid it? Do you hide it? Do you carry it? A story about how the Mistake can become your strength, as long as you…