Because DC Comics never had the sense to launch DC UK and reprint, in weekly form, every scrap of material they had, few were the chances for 1970s me to delve into the company's history.
However, there were occasional opportunities.
One such was the existence of their 100-page books.
Another was their mighty publication Secret Origins.
And another was Wanted, a comic I only ever owned one issue of.
That issue was #8. It featured the Flash and Dr Fate and, way back then, I was highly fond of it.
But what of now?
Will reading it for the first time in approximately 40 years rekindle that thrill of old?
In a tale from 1960, when the Flash kiboshes Captain Cold's hope of freedom, by testifying against him at a parole board meeting, the crime-happy captain decides to break out of prison and gain revenge upon the scarlet speedster.Well, no, in fact, he doesn't.
Rather less logically, he decides to break out of prison and ask the Flash's girlfriend Iris West to marry him.
As far as I can make out, this is the first time any mention's ever been made of a potential romance between the pair. Also, she too testified against him at his parole hearing, so his hope of getting her consent seems a little presumptuous.
Iris, of course, informs him she wouldn't marry him if he was the last man on Earth, at which point he reacts in the way spurned men have always done throughout history, and instantly freezes everyone in Central City, apart from him and Iris.
It's at this point the Flash shows up, breaks into the city, through the ice dome that now surrounds it, and sets about foiling the frosty felon.
I could claim it's an epic battle but the Flash has an answer to every challenge his foe flings at him. Glaciers can't stop him. Illusions can't stop him. Slippery patches can't stop him. And, thus, Captain Cold is soon unconscious and on his way back to prison.
It's not what you could call a tense adventure. The Flash seems all but unthwartable and suffers no ill-effects from either his exposure to mega-cold temperatures or even to headbutting his way through ice as hard as diamonds. He also manages to unfreeze the entire town, in an instant, with one press of a button.
This does all make me question just where writer John Broome studied science. For instance, we're told, at one point, that intense cold can create mirages, which is not a thing I've ever heard before.
Regardless of such concerns, it's a pleasant, stress-free, tale and the combination of Carmine Infantino and Murphy Anderson on art is clean, unfussy, and even stylish in places. Basically, it's not for the demanding but, thankfully, I'm really not that demanding. I do, after all, have the mind of an eight-year-old.
Our second tale, from 1941, involves Dr Fate, a hero I must confess to knowing almost nothing about, even though I've read a number of comics that have included him. I've basically always seen him as just being a man in a helmet.
His problem, right now, is the gang of criminal mastermind Mr Who keeps stealing precious items such as paintings and diamonds.
We discover that Mr Who was once a weedy, crippled child who, thanks to his invention Solution Z, is now fit, strong and able to perform such feats as expositing, growing to giant-size, laughing a lot and turning invisible.
If the Flash tale felt tension-free, it's got nothing on this one, as writer Gardner Fox makes it clear that neither Mr Who nor Dr Fate is capable of being harmed or killed by anything that exists. Well, that's us kept us on the edge of our seats.
Anyway, having gatecrashed the villain's latest robbery, Dr Fate disposes of him by flinging him through the bottom of a boat and into the sea before declaring that's the end of him.
How he knows that's the end of him, I've no idea. There seems no reason to think it is. Frankly, it seems almost as presumptuous as Captain Cold's belief that Iris West would be willing to marry him.
It's a fairly throwaway tale and competently drawn by Howard Sherman but, despite an appealing villain who I hope returned at some point, it doesn't stand out from the norm.
So, do I now love this comic as much as I did as a kid?
No. But I do appreciate its light breeziness and refusal to perturb me. A lack of perturbance should never be underestimated in this world.