In spite of my parents' admonishments, Mad Magazine was a staple of growing up in the late 60s and early 70s. Though it was rare to find a copy in my room, I always enjoyed Mad at stores, the library, and visits to friends' houses. Mad introduced me to the art of satire, a healthy means of reminding our "betters" of their own flaws and limitations.
Wow! Parents did not monitor what I read. I earned my own money from a newspaper route and was encouraged to save money but given the power to spend it as I chose. I must've bought the magazine at the dime store, where I also bought model cars to put together and paint. I had six of those. I read Mad all summer long and then moved on to the Hardy Boys.