I've told this story on previous incarnations of The Comic Forums but I do not mind retelling it.
I was about seven and we were moving out of town. On the way out of town my father stopped at a liquor store for snacks. After a few minutes my mom sent in to "hurry my father up" After we got the snacks my dad started to talk with the clerk so I started to wander around the store when I came across a spinner rack of comics and magazines. After awhile my dad called me over to take back the snacks to the rest of the family. A few mins. later he came out with another bag. After he removed his adult beverage he handed me the bag and I found some comics. I guess he noticed me looking at them and he got the for me.