
My friend's dad and brothers all had a vast collection of books. I could not wait to visit their house and rummage through all the wonderful issues. I was accustomed to 1970s reprints of Looney Tunes, which is fine for a child, but I was craving something a bit more substantial.
I started out purely interested in the artwork. The drawings I saw were simply incredible. I admired every page and longed for the day when I could draw in such a way. It became an aspiration. I immediately attempted to find any "how to draw" books or information about the artists. It was difficult for me to dive into a story if I did not connect to the art, which still holds true to this day. Yes, I did miss out on some quality reading, but those visuals framed my dreams.
As my fixation began, I actually found trouble with the works of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. I found their work to be irrelevant and dated. Yes, I know now that this is blasphemy; they are creative geniuses. But my "aha" moment occurred when Roy Thomas began working on The Avengers. Those pesky little word balloons that got in the way of the art finally had a purpose for me. A door was opened. This small obsession transformed into a vast desire for more.
I wanted to read stories about superheroes. Not only did I dig the creativity of the art and the costumes, but I really enjoyed the characters. These superheroes were beyond human, they could do things that only kids would dream of, which is the purpose of their creation (in my opinion). I began to feel something for them.

That exquisite collection of Tales of Suspense that greeted me at the comic shop this weekend not only brought me aesthetic pleasure, but it brought forth the emotional response of why I love comic books.
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