file under: first tastes
GC's 4 year old son was apparently looking forward to meeting me because i have the same name as a robot on his favorite tv show. i don't know that he was disappointed, exactly, but i do know that the comic book SD brought for him overshadowed just about everything else in the world for the duration of our brunch.
it was a 100th issue of spider man. in the back, there was a 3 or 4 page x-men adventure included. while the adults chatted and ate, he pored over the pages, asking for explanations when he couldn't quite figure out what was going on in the cells. his father used a fork to illustrate the idea of telepathy (the fork floated in the air, plucked up an imaginary french fry, then swooped towards the boy for him to eat it).
i wondered later whether he'd ever owned a comic book before - we could have witnessed his introduction to the medium (or format, i suppose), which is an oddly sweet notion.
i actually remember the first comic i had. it was an x-men, of course. i hadn't learned to read yet, but i studied those pages anyway. although i built up quite a collection over the following ten or twelve years, i would eventually sell the more valuable ones and give the rest to my best friend, saying they were just turning to paper mush in the back of my closet.
by then, music had replaced their primacy in my life. i would wouldn't really look back to those heady print-smudged days until my early twenties, when zines and alt/indie comics showed up on my radar.
is that a rite of passage for every boy born after 1963?
it was a 100th issue of spider man. in the back, there was a 3 or 4 page x-men adventure included. while the adults chatted and ate, he pored over the pages, asking for explanations when he couldn't quite figure out what was going on in the cells. his father used a fork to illustrate the idea of telepathy (the fork floated in the air, plucked up an imaginary french fry, then swooped towards the boy for him to eat it).
i wondered later whether he'd ever owned a comic book before - we could have witnessed his introduction to the medium (or format, i suppose), which is an oddly sweet notion.
i actually remember the first comic i had. it was an x-men, of course. i hadn't learned to read yet, but i studied those pages anyway. although i built up quite a collection over the following ten or twelve years, i would eventually sell the more valuable ones and give the rest to my best friend, saying they were just turning to paper mush in the back of my closet.
by then, music had replaced their primacy in my life. i would wouldn't really look back to those heady print-smudged days until my early twenties, when zines and alt/indie comics showed up on my radar.
is that a rite of passage for every boy born after 1963?
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