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I probably spent a third of my childhood in comic book stores but I think the number of issues I've actually read is less than two dozen.
An issue of the Transformers that I bought while in Canada to see the World's Fair in 1986. An issue of New Teen Titans that I bought at Pegasus Comics in Vancouver, WA., later in 1986.
Those two are the only two I've ever actually purchased, and I don't remember why I did, just that they were still on my bookshelves when I was packing my stuff into the garage when I went off to college in 1992.
The rest were a half dozen Disney comics that were in my dad's closet and I read over and over on the odd weekend we were over there. Because there were no books in my dad's house. The rest were read during odd moments of nothing to do while working at the public library since they were kept close to the circulation desk.
It is odd that I wasn't into comic books because every single person in my social circle was heavily into them (thus a lot of time in comic book stores). But in the same way my constant reading and book accumulating pushed out any interest in music it seemed to do the same with comic books (plus I grew up in a household where there wasn't much in the way of discretionary cash and what little I received or stole mostly went into the Super Mario Bros. and Double Dragon machine at the IGA).
But I've always respected the form and find its history to be pretty interesting.
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