Our past is a mixture of memories both good and not so good, and sometimes we are remembered for reasons we would rather forget.
For an example, one of my uncles used to have a Moskvitch car and he loved it very much. I did not like it because it was uncool and I was a little ashamed to be seen in it.
And people still remember me being in that car because, on Saturday night, I walked out on stage in a very noisy venue and I heard someone shout 'Get back to the Moskvitch!'
Ha! Ha! But the joke was upon him, not me, cos I have a Toyota.