Everything I Learned Came From Comics
Everything I ever learned I learned from comics.
Now that’s a bold statement. What about school? My parents? My friends? Yes - my mind was shaped by all of them. But as a young reader, comics held the most sway over what I thought. It’s why I started writing. Spiderman was my favorite followed closely by The Fantastic Four. In an attempt to imitate what I’d read and to create my own adventures modeled after those of Captain America and Sgt. Rock I wrote my first short stories. Captain America triumphed over the Red Skull in my stories and Sgt. Rock’s men were heroes under a hail of Nazi bullets. My brother and I penned our own crude line of comics. Hastily drawn and cherished today. Saturday mornings were spent writing stories about Meteor Man and Lightning Man while cartoons faded into the background. In the afternoon we’d take our quarters and walk to the small convenience store a mile away to see if the new issues from Marvel were out. Remember the blizzard of ‘78 (for you New Englanders out there)? Do you remember what you were doing? I do. My brother and I waited for the snow to stop and then trudged through the waist high drifts, our cheeks red and our fingers numb, in the hopes that the shelves would reveal new issues.
Today, those children who were my age are now putting their heroes on the big screen. Iron Man is now getting his due, and Spiderman has touched a whole new generation of kids. It’s a shame they are watching his adventures instead of reading about them but I still feel a sense of pride and nostalgia whenever I pop the DVD in.
At an early age I started reading Marvel Comics. In Elementary School my fellow students were struggling to get through Dick and Jane books while I was already familiar with words like Invincible, Imperious, Adamant, Archenemy, and Invulnerable.Similar to the Greek Myths, comics provided heroes, quests and villians for a young reading mind (and the good guys usually won in the end).
- Bob Griffin
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I had a few comics but they were things that were girlier like The Archie’s. My imagination was wrapped up in fantasy like Cinderella. I always wanted my prince to come. Ahhhhhhh. Little did I know that the prince farts and belches like every other man out there! he he he he.