Nope.

My parents were fine with me reading comics, as they attributed it to my above average test scores in reading, vocabulary, and english classes while I was in school. They even got me a dictionary so I could look up words I didn't know the definition of. I remember "malevolent" was the first word I looked up.

I never did well in math, however. Give and take, I guess.

I suffered a purge of sorts late in life following a fire in a neighboring apartment. The state evacuated the building a week or so after the fire, finding asbestos levels in the lobby 4,000 times in excess of limits deemed "safe." The lobby was one floor up and a ways over from where the fire took place. My apartment was right next door and had filled up with black smoke. The state hired contractors to set up a "decontamination corridor" outside my garden-level apartment and over three days loaded my "cleaned" possessions out through the window. No furniture, kitchen ware, clothing, food, or furniture was allowed out.The contractors were recent ex-cons, and the stuff did not get cleaned so much as it got dusted off or occasionally dunked in soapy water, so I was left with the unpleasant task of discarded heavily smoke-hit items myself. Comic boxes were coated on the inside with an oily black residue. Anything not in a plastic bag was tossed. Really, it would have been soooo much easier has someone else made the decision to throw away those ruined, unsafe books. As it was, I turned the boxes around backwards, examined the books from the back and threw things out without looking at the covers, so as to minimize the sentimental discomfort. Even so, I knew for instance when I was in the THUNDER Agents section of the boxes... Or the Silver Age Superman area... I knew my collection forwards AND backwards, as it turned out.

Still, it had to be done.

Steven and Wallace, my sympathies go out to both of you. I can tell now that this is going to be a painful thread to follow...

Had the ultimatum and the purge.
I remember my mother telling me to keep my comics nice and neat and not all over the house. All I got was one chance. When we moved my mother got rid of all them. Had to start all over. I remember the first comic I picked up in the new town was Uncanny X-Men #94 ( The All-New group).