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Post by Action Ace on Sept 2, 2015 15:54:25 GMT -5
I started reading around the same time (maybe a year earlier), but I was a bit younger. From memory, my first comic was a B&W reprint of the Justice League story where they all turned into trees. Could it have been in the Tempo Books paperback collection? It had B&W JLA reprints, but not sure which stories. -M Justice League of America #118, 119 and 130. Justice League of America #118 in February 1975 was my comicsversary.
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Post by Spike-X on Sept 2, 2015 16:17:22 GMT -5
I started reading around the same time (maybe a year earlier), but I was a bit younger. From memory, my first comic was a B&W reprint of the Justice League story where they all turned into trees. That's the origin story, but I can't recall where it might have been reprinted in black and white. Was it a European edition? Australian.
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Post by shaxper on Sept 2, 2015 20:45:17 GMT -5
Well, I looked it up, and my very first comic was on sale thirty years and six months ago: Terrible terrible first story for a kid to read. Even as a fan of Moench, this was one of his worst stories in the run, and absolutely one of the least accessible to a child. Fate's funny like that, I guess. It's only in recent years that I've come to realize the first comic I ever read was written by my favorite writer, and that four issues later would be one of my favorite Batman stories of all time -- and yet this issue sucked and sucked hard, turning me off of comics for four more years.
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Post by JKCarrier on Sept 2, 2015 21:06:45 GMT -5
I see mine's coming up soon: Justice League of America #76, September 25, 1969. I was only 4 years old, so I couldn't really read or understand what was going on, but the images left a big impression on me. The mirror-distorted JLA, the leering face of Dr. Light, Snapper Carr's flying jalopy, that awesome double-page pin-up of the JSA -- all indelibly burned into my brain.
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Post by Prince Hal on Sept 2, 2015 21:09:20 GMT -5
I've written about my first-ever comic that I remember reading before. It was on sale in late August, 1962. Don't know if it was then or early in September when I got it. I recall it as one of those beautiful late summer Sunday mornings when it's not too hot, but school still seems a million days away. I was just about to start third grade and my aunt knew I loved dinosaurs. I must have seen this, picked it up, identified the stegosaurus and she bought it for me with her usual stack of Sunday papers... at least five, each of whose "funnies" sections I devoured for what seems like hours every week. Back at my grandmother's house, I amazed her by reading the names of the various dinosaurs in the story without a problem. (I'd been reading and rereading my "How and Why" book on dinosaurs for months, I'm sure, so it was nothing to me.) I loved army men, too, like every other kid my age, and Bob Kanigher must have known that, too when he conceived the "War that Time Forgot" (an inspired name,, an the brilliant SSWS logo made this comic even more enticing). Who wouldn't want to read it? Many years later, in great part thanks to Mike's Amazing, I figured out which issue of SSWS I recalled and was able to buy it. I still remember the thrill of reading and rereading that book.
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Post by batlaw on Sept 3, 2015 4:11:08 GMT -5
Topics such as this always bum me out. Sadly I have no idea what my first comic was and desperately wish I did. I don't remember a time I wasn't aware of comics and had some attraction to them and interest. I'm pretty sure my first exposure was likely something batman or superman or possibly spiderman due to early cartoons and spinner racks. At an early age and for many years my parents worked in various stores that had racks of comics so I was always exposed and browsing. I do know i was getting them and enjoying them before I could even read them. I suppose some consolation can be had in the fact I was able to see and read so many more comics than other fans because of my access.
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Post by Trevor on Sept 4, 2015 12:21:08 GMT -5
I'm also a little bummed out in reading these type of things, since my memory most be incredibly poor compared to many of you.
I don't think comics were all that present in my life until I was 7 or so, and I do have specific memories of other things before that, but I have no idea what my first comics were. My memory just doesn't work that way. Comics have been my primary hobby, and pretty much an obsession for 40 years now, but I don't think I could tell you what my first comic was even if the obsession started 5 years ago, let alone 40 or even 50 years like some of you.
I may have had minimal exposure to comics before this, but my first somewhat solid memories of my beginnings in comics are of newsstand twenty cent DC titles like Plop and Swamp Thing in the 1973 range. Pretty sure that it was with those two books that I started trying to collect each issue. I also bought a lot of the other DC books, mostly Flash, Superman, and House of Mystery and the other DC horror books.
I had one brief moment in 1977 or so where my "best friend" convinced me to trade all my comics (50 books or less probably) to him for some other toys that I was collecting. I'll never forgive Jon Miles for that. I quickly 'repented' and started buying comics again, spreading to Marvel and pretty much every company that's ever made a comic, starting a lifelong steamroller that is nearing 30,000 books now.
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Post by benday-dot on Sept 4, 2015 18:57:30 GMT -5
August 17 1972: Justice League of America #102.
What a wonderful and mad variety of comics once upon a time would sit so enticingly and colourfully upon the spinner rack. Avengers next to Woody Woodpecker next to Young Love next to Outlaw Kid next to Sad Sack next House of Mystery...
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Post by coke & comics on Sept 5, 2015 3:38:00 GMT -5
At some point in September of 1975, I walked from Mrs. Pfeiffer's house, where Mom helped her occasionally with her switchboard to Harry's Heyburn Food Center. I'm not sure where I got the money, but it was probably from pulling weeds or straightening up for Mrs. Pfeiffer. It wasn't a super far walk...I don't remember how far exactly, but not over six or eight blocks. I don't think I planned to buy anything in particular. Chances are I was planning to buy candy or a pop. But at some point my eyes went to a spinner rack of comic books. And ultimately I purchased a copy of Detective Comics #454. It was purchased solely for the fact that Batman was on the cover. That was the start of 40 years of four-color excitement. I learned a lot from those books. They helped my vocabulary. They led me to science fiction. They led me to science fact. They entertained me and still do. There are at least a few people who moved into comics because of me. And I hope it was a good journey for them. 40 years...and still going. Nice. Just hit my silver anniversary myself last December. More than 25 years now...
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