Why is it that the memories that hang around the longest are the ones we wish we could get rid of? Don’t you hate the stubborn cling of Velcro memories? When schools and parishes come to mind, some I haven’t visited for thirty years or more, my first thought is often an uncomfortable incident. Even switching my mind to “What’s your best memory?” doesn’t help very long, and I’m back at the negative, a memory that sticks like Velcro and hard to pull away toward the positive. If anyone knows a cure, please let me know. At least I can remind myself to avoid the pitfalls that caused the bad memory. Doing my best today, living the gospel today, being true to myself today stores snapshots in my brain to become the good Velcro memories of the future.