Comic Collecting Research Paper

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

In 2014, I went to Atlanta, Georgia to see my father. I took my cousins with me so they could meet him too. I haven’t seen my father since I was three years old. My mother felt bad about me not really knowing my father and what he was like so I went and and asked my mother if we could go and see him. My mother said, “ yes” because she was on vacation from work since she twisted her ankle in a car crash with my Uncle Seguado.

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

All throughout my childhood, I had an extreme fascination with heroes, especially superheroes. Despite my complete distain of spiders, I wanted to shoot webs from my wrists and swing around the town all day long like Spider-Man. After the release of the Iron Man movie, I wanted nothing more than to be clever enough to build a full metal suit. Now that I am older, it is incredibly hard for me to decide which I would rather be. Both ended up in epic battles - like Spider-Man and the Sandman, and Iron Man (and the rest of the Avengers) against a whole fleet of an alien army. Although either of their lives are desirable, several of their attributes, such as their identities, their powers, how they acquired them, and their personalities

I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman! In 1938, Action Comics #1, released the first Superman comic to the public.

It was my uncle, he said, “Go get your dad!” Then he delivered the worst news possible, that my grandfather had passed away. My dad and I immediately booked our tickets to go to India but we remembered that I did not have a Visa. My dad applied for the visitor’s visa and we thought all was well. On the next day, we packed our clothes and headed to the airport. We were running late- as always- and my dad was screaming “Let's go go go!” At the airport, when we were about to get our boarding passes, the workers of the airline said I couldn’t go on because I did not have a Visa. I was scared and did not know what would happen. I panicked and couldn’t

We had heard that I-10 heading west was a gridlock, so we were very grateful that my Dad knew to try Hwy 90. We never were stuck in traffic like others had, so I didn’t have to suffer a long boring car ride. Once we arrived at the hotel in Houston, my mom went to check us in while the rest of us stayed in the car. After about thirty minutes my mom returned to the car crying. She then explained to my dad that the hotel had over booked their rooms and gave our room away. When I saw my Mom crying, I started to wonder what was going on. At the age of five, I could not understand why all the hotel rooms were occupied and there were none available for us to stay in. I immediately became scared because I could see the look of fear on my parents’ faces and I knew that they weren’t sure what to do. It was now nine o’clock at night and my parents and myself were tired, and we didn’t know what to do next. My parents then decided that the best thing for us to do is to drive around Houston and hope we could find an available room. We finally found a room at the Marriott in downtown Houston that was available for us to stay in for three days. My parents became very nervous wondering how we would pay for

Superhero origin films never seem to go out of style since 1978 when Superman was released. Since then these origin films have only become more popular with every remake.

In Botzakis’s journal he interviews other adults that escape reality through the usage of comic books. Aaron, 37 years old, married, and a father of one loves to read comic books. This grown man admitted “when I was reading a whole lot, it was my escape, my protection place.” (Botzakis 53). Aaron did enjoy reading and examining the cultures within the comic books. Comic books were his way of escaping reality, it didn’t feel like work, it was enjoyable and relaxing. Reading the comic books weren’t a task for him, it was a hobby. Further on in the interviews, these grown men described similar traits as to why they enjoyed reading comic books. Kyle, 29 years old, expressed that he felt pure joy and happiness. Peter’s interview was titled “Reading

Marvel has never shied away from a story due to issues such as racism or sexism. There have been plenty of downright messed up storylines in Marvel's comics. One of the first big ones was Tony Stark's battle with alcoholism. Being someone as powerful as him while suffering from such a crippling illness was not taken lightly. He was arrogant, violent, careless, and worst of all self-destructive. It put someone who is supposed to be admired and looked up to down in the gutter, somewhere you'd never think a hero belongs. There's also the subject of Ant-Man and his wife, The Wasp's story. At one point Hank Pym was actually using his technology to forcibly shrink her and basically slap her around. An abusive

This book burning happened in 1948 soon after ww2. The people who were responsible for these burned books are well intentioned parents and citizens of the united states, and they were convincing their children to burn their comic books. Frederic Wertham, psychiatrist born in germany, worked in a hospital treating bad children. He found that the children read comic books and then concluded that the comic books are the cause of children becoming criminals.

From an early age I loved to read. At just two years old I would beg my mother to enroll me into school. I watched as my older sister meticulously picked out her outfit each night in preparation for the next school day. At such a young age I somehow knew that this thing called “school” was the answer to something spectacular. My home was chaotic and reading became an escape and helped distract me from the unpleasant family dynamic.