I was young when I first saw it. It was like it was talking to me, saying “take me”. I pleaded, but how could they say no to a four-year-old. I left the antique store with the widest smile on my face. That was how I developed my love of Comics, I collect the new and old, and never stopped. From then on every time my parents went to do errands see, I begged my parents to just get 1 comic. I collect for half for the fun, and a half for the passion I have for it. My parents usually allow me to get one at a time after going to errands oh, so I never missed an errand trip. I came over and over again until I developed a collection of over 100 comics. I continue to collect a little at a time, but I can never part with my collection even if I wanted to. I plan for my selection to be passed down a family.