As a late teen, my Dad worked at a general store near where he grew up. I believe that he did the 'catch-all' jobs and one of his duties included delivering chickens in the neighborhood. As an adult, he would frequently stop by to visit with his former boss and store owner, Mr. Wallace.
One afternoon, 9-year old me went with him on one of those store visits and I wasn't really looking forward to it. There usually wouldn't be any customers inside and all of the doors & windows stayed open as there was no air conditioning. I would dutifully stand beside my Dad as he leaned against the counter as they talked about the different characters in the neighborhood.
This time, I saw a spinner rack to the left of the entrance way behind the open door... I guess it had never occurred to me to turn around... and I made a bee line for it. I'm sure there would've been a sprinkling of DC, Marvel, Gold Key, and Archie titles but it was Worlds Finest #240 I picked up to thumb through. I had just hit the midway point when Mr. Wallace's voice boomed across the room, "This ain't no library, ya' know!!" I'm sure he was joking (in fact my Dad was kind of laughing at the situation) but it sure sounded pretty serious to my 9-year old ears. I quickly closed the issue and gave it to Dad to purchase... and I'm glad he did.
My interest in collecting comics was replaced by music & drumming as I got into my mid-teens. Purchasing gear isn't cheap ya' know so I diverted all of my meager savings to that! Somewhere along the way, my official first comic got lost in the shuffle and that should've been the end of the story.
Flash forward to 2012.
I had just bought my first piece of original comic artwork and was trying to decide what to get next. The only piece I could think of (and also somewhat affordable) would be something from World's Finest #240. A quick search led me to a collector (we'll call him JA) who had a page from that very issue complete with creator notes on it... in fact, this was THE page that I envisioned when I thought of the story. It wasn't for sale but I sent a note to say how much I admired his piece and to contact me if he EVER wanted to part with it. I told him how my Dad had bought me #240 and it turns out that his Dad bought him his first comic, Batman #259, and that he owned a page of the original artwork. Well, that should've been the end of the story.
Flash forward to 2017.
I sent a check-in message to JA just asking how he was and if he had changed his mind about selling the original artwork to World's Finest #240.
Nothing had changed and that should've been the end of the story.
Flash forward to 2018.
I get a surprise message from JA stating that he's selling off some pieces to cover a new piece he had just purchased. He made an offer, I quickly accepted, and next thing I know I'm standing at the frame store giving them meticulous handling instructions.
As you can imagine, this piece has a lot of sentimental value to me and JA even mentioned that he was glad to see it go to a good home. It's a true full circle moment for me every time I see it... it makes me think of Dad and how his 30 cents bought me a lifetime of enjoyment that I now share with my little one.