6 February 2019
My Love for Marvel
I was ten years old when I bought my first comic book. My mom took me to the library and being the kid that I was, I wanted to go home and watch TV and hang out with friends. That was until my mom and I walked past the comic book section and I had never seen a book filled with so much action and color. I was instantaneously in love with comics. I bought a spiderman comic which I thought looked the best and I reluctantly followed my mom back to the car. The entire car ride home and the whole night I could not put the book down until my eyes had covered over every last inch of the colorfully drawn book. Spiderman was instantly my favorite superhero but I wanted to broaden my horizons so I became invested in the story and the background of all the superheroes. Every time my mom wanted to go to the library I would beg her to let me tag along so I could pick out a comic book or two. As soon as I thought I knew all the characters, it seemed as if a hundred or more were added into the story. One day, I found a giant Marvel book listing every single hero and villain that was ever made. I begged and begged my mom to let me take it home but she shook her head and said “maybe someday”. I knew what that meant so I picked up a job mowing lawns around the neighborhood to scrounge up enough money to buy the book myself. The next time that my mom took me to the library I proudly pulled a weeks worth of money out of my pocket and put it on the table. I felt so happy on the way home studying every character in the book and pretending that I was them. I learned all the powers of the famous superheroes and I would talk to my friends about heroes and stories that they had never even heard of. I definitely felt like I was speaking a totally...