I had a very similar experience with my older brothers. The oldest is 8 years older then me and I can remember the three of them coming home on Fridays from their trip to the comic book store. They would all gather in my eldest brother's room and he would hand out the comics they'd bought to my other two brothers. They would buy me kids comics and let me sit with them to read but I wanted to read the ones they had. They originally wouldn't let me because they were for boys.
So one day I went to my dad, who was then and always will be a giant to me, in tears because they wouldn't let me read the superhero comics he took me to the garage and pulled out a box and inside were the comics he'd saved from his childhood. They were mostly Batman and Green Lantern, but they were the most wonderful things I'd ever seen, mostly because they were my dads. They had so many colors and such exciting adventures and Robin was so cool. I told my parents that I was going to marry him when I grew up.
Sometime later my brothers brought home a comic called Infinity Inc and I discovered the Huntress, the Helena Wayne version. I was amazed that the character I had always associated with my father, the Batman had a daughter to carry on his legacy. That was a very powerful thought to me that a daughter could carry one for their father.
From there I discovered the X-Men and Kitty Pryde, I discovered the Black Widow by reading my brothers Spider-Man collection and reading the story where she tested herself against Spidey to see if her new gear was good enough.
Comics were something that I shared with my brothers and my dad on an equal level eventually. I cold match any of them on trivia about characters or plot lines or powers. It was one thing we always shared and had in common even when we began to separate as we grew up. Comics to me are just part of being a family.
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