Where to even begin writing about my life? My first words were “Batman” and “Robin.” That’s no joke. My mom wrote it down in my baby book. The television show now known as “Batman ’66” (back then it was just “Batman”) debuted on January 12, 1966. I was 13 months old, and my dad was a big comic book fan when he was a boy, so we watched it. To my mother’s amazement, I was enthralled. Batman and Robin jumped around and punched people, and when they hit bad guys, sound effects appeared on the screen. And the Batmobile? The coolest car ever to exist. I’ve never cared much about cars, but to this day, I make one exception to that rule.
You may be aware that the Batman TV show became an instant cultural phenomenon, inspiring what is now known as Batmania. Products featuring images of Batman and Robin were everywhere. And as a toddler, I had my share of Batman items, from slippers to punching balloons to cake decorations to playsets. My mom (and especially my dad) loved to buy that stuff for me. When I grew beyond eating from baby jars, my dinnerware featured, guess who? Batman.
The problem was, I absolutely refused to eat on anything else. I ate my cereal in the Joker bowl, and I drank my milk from the cup, which had Batman on one side, and Robin on the other. So, my mom had to wash them every single time I ate anything. The TV show continued until March 14, 1968, when I was just over three. How do I remember any of these events, being as young as I was? I have no idea, but I do. I certainly remember not going anywhere without my batcape, which consisted of a towel around my neck fastened with a safety pin. And I remember my parents being concerned about me going to kindergarten because I wore it all the time.
Batman may have gone off the air in March of 1968, but it was at this time that my dad started buying me Batman comics. The first one I remember was very scary, as Batman and Robin walked through a cemetery. Again, a very early memory.
I received Batman comics for the next couple of months, which led to me beginning to read. Batman #204 and #205, especially had me interested. In those two comics, a villain named The Schemer had a bunch of henchmen disguised as blind men. They all wore placards reading, “I AM BLIND.” Once my mom read to me what they said, I identified the phrase every time I saw it in those two comics, and they appeared quite often. It felt good, “reading” for the first time and I wanted to do more.
By September, the live-action TV show was replaced by a Batman cartoon. I was already a huge fan of Saturday morning cartoons, including Superman, Aquaman, Space Ghost, the Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, and more, but adding Batman to the mix was very exciting. The Batman/Superman Hour was my very favorite show, especially the Superboy segments that appeared between the two Superman segments in Superman’s half of the hour. I mean, what’s not to like about a super-powered boy and his super-powered dog? Batman continued to spark my imagination, but now my interests were expanding.
After that, I started “reading” comics featuring the Justice League of America (Batman was in it), World’s Finest (Batman AND Superman were in it), and Teen Titans (Robin was in it). Superboy remained one of my favorites as well. It was in the spring of 1970 when I turned the final corner on reading. I had just gotten Superboy #165, which reprinted the first appearance of Krypto, Superboy’s dog. My mother was pregnant with my little brother at the time, and unbeknownst to me, having some problems with my dad. At the end of the story, Krypto flies off into space, leaving Superboy all alone, in tears. When I asked my mom why he was crying, she told me to read it for myself. I made it my mission from that point on, to do just that.
After that, I read everything. I read road signs, I read comic books, I read Big Little Books, I read Sunday School pamphlets. I couldn’t get enough. My collection of comic books grew, and I read them over and over again. And by the time I started school that fall, I was reading with fluency and expression. I read so well, in fact, that they wanted to skip me right to first grade. My dad wouldn’t allow it, though. He was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get a job if I graduated at 17. I loved school and everything about it, mainly because I could read. They even sent me around to show the first graders how it was done. Nothing like shaming kids to motivate them, right? Regardless, Batman was instrumental in my development both as a child and as a student. And that influence continues in my life even today. More on this later. But for now, to the Batmobile!
