A question was asked about
Comic Books recently: Which is/was your favorite comic series? With all the
Marvel Comic movies capturing audiences and making big bucks, that is a good
question.
Peter Pan was my hero
until I hit age ten. “Superman” had been
a favored television show, which I watched unfailingly. He almost threw Peter Pan off the throne,
until George Reeve’s sudden and questioned death.
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Peter Pan was back in my
imagination, until something happened to
me at age ten. I did not know why the
change happened (hormones), but Superman was in my head and kicked Peter Pan
out.
That might also have
something to do with the availability of Comic Books in the Benjamin Franklin
5-and-dime. Superman was about hand
level for me and cost about five cents.
Every first comic in the row had been thumbed to a fare-thee-well, with
kid-sized finger prints covering in page.
Although I did not
technically get an allowance (on a farm, kids were free labor), my mother did
give me a quarter for my own shopping pleasure once a week at the big town
fifteen miles from the farm.
At first five cents bought
an un-thumbed copy (from the back) of comic book, Superman!!, then it moved up to 10 cents. That left me enough to buy fifteen cents
worth of chocolate at the mid-store candy store, which I finished on the way
home.
I successfully hid my stash of Superman
comics from my brothers, since they were disrespectful swine who had already
destroyed my first five comics. I had
quite a collection hidden away, until I returned from an hour long visit with a
neighbor, and found my collection torn and shredded all over the lawn.
My brothers waited for
sister-explosion, but none came. What
was, was.
Bastards.
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