When I was 11, I had my appendix taken out. It was a week long
hospital stay that seemed to go on for months (and probably did in my
pre-pubescent head). However, my grandmother sent me a care package of
comics. They were my oxygen during recovery, they were amazing. Some of
the comics seemed to speak right to me (marvel comics were like a heat
seeking missile to a nearly teenage mind) and others wouldn't resonate
until years later (I still have no idea why my conservative grandmother
sent me the first 10 issues of Alan Moore's Miracleman). Those comics
truly made me who I am today. Thanks, Grandma.
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