1962...I was 7. It was a difficult year for my family. My mom had had a slight stroke. I remember her holding her hand in a claw position like an injured bird.
Also my sis had begun to run away around then...I spent my days in my room reading. My mom would tell me "Go out and play." But I loved reading and escaping in books...
I also was given a shopping bag full of comic books...being the dork I was, I would tote that bag around with me. My girlfriend, who was a year older than me and would turn against me in a minute, told me to get rid of the bag or she wouldn't play with me anymore...I took my comics and went home...
I learned to love Archie, Superman, the Fantastic Four, ah so many friends in those comics...