Everyone remembers their first.
Mine was Infinity Gauntlet #4. My dad motioned to the book store’s spinner rack and asked, “Want a comic book?” I hesitated for a moment. Did I?
Up until then, I had only collected trading cards featuring comic characters. Backwards, I know, but I was an analytical kid that enjoyed organizing things and the stats, abilities and affiliations of Marvel’s superstars offered such entertainment in a colorful form.
But ultimately the choice wasn’t mine, as the Mad Titan commanded from the cover, and I obeyed.