Many's the time I've regretted that my brother--who is nine years older than me--never showed a real interest in comic books. I remember him reading some, when I was very small, but by the time I started buying my own comics, my brother was a surly teenager more interested in combing his hair than reading funny books (which were for kids).
It was the same with my three sisters--younger than my brother but older than me--who each gradually shunned comics as they matured. I was like Lucy Pevensie, unwilling to let go of the fantasy world I'd discovered.
If my brother had bought and read more comic books, they likely would have been Dells. I can't picture him showing an interest in Marvel or Charlton--which anyway weren't easily to be found in our neighbourhood. My sisters also liked some Dells and later on Gold Key, as well as Harvey and Archie and the odd DC humour comic.
Last year, I wrote about my love for SUPER HEROES VS SUPER VILLAINS on my blog. That comic had to come from somewhere, since I never bought it. That was virtually my only exposure to Mighty Comics at the time--but I read that comic hundreds of times until it was falling apart--and it wasn't in great shape when I got it. Paul Reinman's art worked for me.