I very much enjoy these forums. So many different points of view. But, I think if we all put our bias aside we can agree that there was a time, or a comic, or a moment when...well when it just caught you.
So let's share. When did Marvel Comics get under your skin?
For me, I was nine. The kid across the street was buzzing about Secret Wars. I had no idea what he was talking about. Then, my parents dragged me on a loathsome car trip to Nebraska of all places to see my Grandma. Ugh. But Grandma was kinda cool. While in a Piggly Wiggly of all places (I was a f**king Chicago boy caught in rural hell) I saw Secret Wars 10 on the rack and and remembered that neighbor kid and...she bought it for me. DOOM. If anyone remembers the cover of SW 10 you will know why it caught my attention and why Grandma was cool for buying it.
Got back home and Mom was cool too. Cool enough to fan the flames and drive me to the local comic shop. Bought Thor 370, West Coast Avengers 1 and X-Factor 1. Because even at that tender age I was a bit of a control freak and the number ones caught my attention. Why not start at the beginning? Of course that was a time when number ones really were beginnings and not marketing stunts, but I digress. They were 75 cents apiece. Just under my 3 dollar a week allowance. I think I spent the extra 75 cents on Swedish fish at the corner pharmacy. (Wow I feel old).
Loved Hawkeye ever since. Kinda strange that Thor became my favorite as that was one of only two issues not done by Unca Walt in that era. But it was such a cool issue. Old West Thor. Then I went back. After a couple months she let me ride my bike, alone, over to the comic book shop. So it was Thor, X-Factor and West Coast Avengers. And I couldn't be happier.
Eventually I got my allowance bumped up (or maybe I shoveled some neighbor driveways) and had enough to buy back issues. Mom was kind enough to drive me to adjacent towns to hunt down back issues of Thor. I had to know why Hela cursed him!!!
So, those are my early Marvel memories. From someone born in 1975. Younger and Older please weigh in.
I was well past the prime age (back then) to be hooked. Somehow, I'd made it to about 14 without much in the way of comics. Up until 1979, the only comics I'd ever read were assorted Harvey comics as wee kid, and perhaps singular issues of Superman, Batman, Ms. Marvel #7, Incredible Hulk #111, Avengers #188, and maybe one or two others. I just preferred prose to comics.
Then I met this girl! Her name was Kitty Pryde
, and all that changed. I happened to see Uncanny X-Men #139 on the spinner rack, and they were hoping this poor darling of a girl "survived the experience!" I had to read it! It was love at first sight. But then she was lost to me. Back then, the local drug stores didn't get books regularly. I don't even think they ordered specific titles, because there never seemed to be any rhyme or reason to the books they had. They never had a copy of X-Men #140, or 141, or 142, or 143...
But several months later, a friend told me about this store that sold nothing but comics. I joined him on a walk to that store to see whatever became of that girl. That's actually when I became hooked.
Before long, I was buying more than just X-Men.