When I was about seven years old, possibly eight years old,

somewhere in that range, I was living in Brooklyn.

I loved Stan Lee.

I was so grateful for him being

such a big part of my childhood, and I never outgrew it.

I remember reading comics when I was a kid.

Everything Stan put into the stories--

the visuals for the characters and the way

the stories were told--

were so vibrant and exciting.

When I was in school, in science

I would learn about the sun, the moon, the stars, the comets

and the galaxies, but when I went home

and read Silver Surfer of the Fantastic Four,

it would take me there.

I remember being seven or eight years old

and discovering that if I put enough pressure on either side

of the doorframe in my bedroom, I could climb up the doorframe.

I remember being rigid with excitement, because I

thought I might be Spider-Man.

It's unbelievable that it was conceived by one man's brain.

He's one of the founding fathers of American mythology,

and I think that is going to outlast all of us.

I love drawing the Marvel heroes,

and so I drew a picture of Stan Lee as a Super Hero.

This is the drawing.

You can see, Stan has probably triple the breasts.

I wasn't great with pectoral muscles at the time.

I had none.

I still don't have any, and I wrote manly Stan Lee.

I was a nerd.