posted on Jan, 8 2006 @ 02:58 PM
All I can do is shed a compassionate and very nostalgic tear for you and your beloved comic books. Alas, I can easily remember my own favorite comic
books being "dispatched" into memory by my Mom. I was probably in the third grade and I had brought home a report card that was, I should say,
unsatisfactory in my Mom's opinion. Television, radio and the other distractions of a kid in the early sixties included the adventures of Superman,
Batman and a myriad of other titles of comics. At that time, I was forbidden these distractions until I had brought my grades up. Believe me, I had
never applied myself to my schoolwork as much as I did that semester!
By the time the next semester began, I had saved up three months' worth of allowance and I was able to start my comic book collection anew. Still,
whenever I think about the past and my childhood, I always seem to recall that box of treasured comic-books that my mother had discarded.