When he was 10, Phil first went to his first convention. He snuck out of his house the night before, his home-made Captain America costume carefully folded up in his backpack and a note of apology/explanation on the kitchen table. He spent the night hitching his way to the venue, paid his way in with money he made mowing lawns, and spend the next three days being the hero he always used to dream about. It was where he bought his very first vintage Captain America trading card. No amount of grounding or punishment took away the joy of the weekend.