What was your first childhood knife? Who gave it to you?

[NARCAR]

I still remember (and have) the first knife that my dad gave me when I was a kid. That was a huge day that I'll never forget since he gave me the knife, let me go to our local sporting goods store and picked out the leather sheath with its own steel on the side. I kept the knife all of these years and contemplated giving it to my son, but I remember that damn blade biting me a few times since it didn't have a lock and I cringe at the possibility of my son having some of the same experiences.

I can't remember how old I was when I got that knife, but I was in school and treated the knife with respect. I've included a picture of my first EDC (Victorinix in basket weave leather sheath from the local sporting good store) and my current (Strider SMF CC in my own sheath). I also included a shot of me out on a museum of natural history dig with my dad in South Dakota wearing his Buck (probably just for the picture).

Anyone have pics of their very first knife they had as a kid?

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[Dorito Monk]

Don't have any pictures of it, but I had a dark green Victorinox swiss army knife when I was little. It was given to me by my parents for christmas one year (I can't remember exactly when) and I carried that thing all over hell's half acre - from camping with boy scouts to my first part time job. I ended up losing it while working at a restaurant.

[Foilist]

It was a Victorinox Huntsman, and I bought it myself when I was 12 with money I saved up (20 bucks was a lot then, particularly for a kid). I carried it as my only edc until I was 30. Now it is in semi-retirement.

[Infi-del]

Queen Steel #89. Given to me by my Dad, given to him by his Dad. Still got it and use it everyday. It sits at my office and is my letter opener. I wanted to put it to work doing something I do everyday but not put it in harms way. It's razor sharp and opens letters, boxes, and such like a champ.

[foxx]

First one I remember is a Buck 110, I still have it. It's from about 1980 or so, I must have been 8 or 9.
I had many cheap knives as well, bought at flea markets and the like. I didn't keep up with those so much, they usually got broken or lost, traded off to a friend or taken away.

[FortyTwoBlades]

My first was/is an old K.J. Eriksson with a laminated blade, double guard, curly birch handle, and a steel pommel cap secured to the tang with a threaded sleeve/screw. I still have it, though the sheath got ruined by mold in a damp basement and the blade got pitted. My grandfather had gifted it to my dad, and I stole it out of his toolbox. It gave me my first cut, too. I tried stabbing a bottle cap with it and nicked myself a little. This was back when I was in kindergarten.

[vwb563]

My fist knife was a Camillus Cub Scout knife. That was back in 1973 or 74. It was given to me by my father when he enrolled me in the scouts. I still have it.

[NARCAR]

My first was/is an old K.J. Eriksson with a laminated blade, double guard, curly birch handle, and a steel pommel cap secured to the tang with a threaded sleeve/screw. I still have it, though the sheath got ruined by mold in a damp basement and the blade got pitted. My grandfather had gifted it to my dad, and I stole it out of his toolbox. It gave me my first cut, too. I tried stabbing a bottle cap with it and nicked myself a little. This was back when I was in kindergarten.

The first time I had the blade close on my old swiss army, I split the top of my thumb and had my first experiment with superglue trying to hide the fact that it probably needed stitches. I actually just recreated an old sheath of my dad's this past week. He had the same problem when he stored an old knife made by a friend in his basement or garage and it rotted away over the years. His friend passed away and he dug out that knife and asked me to make a matching sheath.

[bomber258]

A Lone Ranger boyscout type knife that I got when I was 7 [ 1954 ].

I found another a few years back,but in poor shape.

[FortyTwoBlades]

The first time I had the blade close on my old swiss army, I split the top of my thumb and had my first experiment with superglue trying to hide the fact that it probably needed stitches. I actually just recreated an old sheath of my dad's this past week. He had the same problem when he stored an old knife made by a friend in his basement or garage and it rotted away over the years. His friend passed away and he dug out that knife and asked me to make a matching sheath.

It really sucks that the sheath on mine got destroyed--it was one of those classy steel-reinforced deals similar to what Rock Creek is doing. There was steel edging at the tip of the sheath, and it traveled about a third of the way up the edge side. The funny thing is that my dad found a child's Mora at a yard sale for FREE last summer, and it's like a mini version of mine, minus the metal pommel and laminated blade. It's going to be my son's first knife when he's old enough. He's only a year and ten months old right now, so he's still a little ways off.

[thallium]

I got my first knife on my eighth birthday from my Dad. It was a red Swiss Army knife that I think was a knock off. It was unusual in that in addition to having the standard blade, it also had a hooked blade that was something like a carpet knife. Although I always really liked that knife I never really had much interest in knives until my teens. Unfortunately, I don't know where the knife is anymore and wish I could find it.

[feist]

my first knife was a case stockman from my dad

[INFRNL]

My first was some cheap knife my Dad got for me during a trip to Canada. I do not recall how old I was; but fairly young. I kept bugging my dad for a knife growing up and this was the time he finally gave in. He told me to be careful because it was sharp. It was fairly sharp for what it was. I was soo happy when he got it for me. He told me to be careful otherwise I could cut myself. Me being the bright kid, i'm not; someohow I remember dropping the blade on my fingers while closing it. I ended up getting a papercut slash across my fingers.

The knife itself was a wood handled back lock knife. I think it had brass bolster and tail, wood in between. I am pretty sure it was a popular style of that time; This was probably 30 years ago.

I will never forget that day; it was a great one

[Sharp Steel]

My first knife was a used knock-off Swiss Army knife given to me by my Dad. I remember that the main blade had a scratch across it. The scissors would not cut well either. It was eventually lost, I think.

[crom]

Foxx, we are about the same age and my experience is just like yours except my first was a dull ass Barlow I gig from my grandfather. "had them taken away" haha, been there too!

[Georgecatl]

I also got my first knife on my 8th birthday. Actually it was a knife and hatchet set from Sears. (In hindsight---what was my dad thinking)

This was in 1961 growing up in central Florida. We lived in a neighborhood that backed up to the Orlando Air Force Base (later converted to the Naval Training Center Orlando).
This was a neighborhood full of rambunctious little boys and we used to sneek through the fence and build forts in the woods on the base. That knife and hatchet saw alot of action; each carried in a leather sheath on a canvas belt around my waist.

Well -- one afternoon, around a small campfire we had built, one of my buddies spots a small plane flying overhead. We decided to send up smoke signals by pulling some spanish moss off a tree and placing it on the fire. Unfortunately, the moss was a long strand and was still attached to the low hanging branch of this dryed out dead tree. WOW......that tree went up in flames quick. All my buddies scattered and ran for home.
Me? My hatchet was still under that tree..................and I wasn't going to lose it. Well......I hear the sirens coming from the base and within a couple minute the airbase fire department shows up. There is a huge crowd on the other side of the fence watching.......including my Mom. After filling out a report they turn me over to my horrified and embarrassed Mother. She drags me home by the shirt collar and tells me "Wait til your father get home". Dad got home, I got the belt and my knife was confiscated (never did find the hatchet).
I never saw that knife again until I was helping my Dad clean out his work shop. I was in my late 20s and it was still in the leather sheath up on a high shelf. We had a laugh about old times and he handed it back and said maybe someday I'll give it to my son. The Florida humidity and being in that leather sheath really rusted it up. I've cleaned it as best I could...it is still pitted pretty bad. I still have it....had two daughters (no sons) and now have two grandsons (both under two). I think I'll wait a while...........this was an awfully wicked knife for an eight year old to be roaming the neighborhood with.

[thebrain]

My grandmother gave me a little slip joint single blade knife for a stocking stuffer when I was 6 .I don`t know if anyone else remembers those knives they used to sell them for a buck at Kmart in the sporting goods area near the register.

[NARCAR]

That is pretty ferocious for an 8 year old! I think I got mine around the time I was 7-8 years old as well (1987....dating myself as a youngster), but I never had the pleasure of setting any trees ablaze while toting some heavy steel on my belt. My son is 4 now and he's got a few years before he'll get his first.

I also got my first knife on my 8th birthday. Actually it was a knife and hatchet set from Sears. (In hindsight---what was my dad thinking)

This was in 1961 growing up in central Florida. We lived in a neighborhood that backed up to the Orlando Air Force Base (later converted to the Naval Training Center Orlando).
This was a neighborhood full of rambunctious little boys and we used to sneek through the fence and build forts in the woods on the base. That knife and hatchet saw alot of action; each carried in a leather sheath on a canvas belt around my waist.

Well -- one afternoon, around a small campfire we had built, one of my buddies spots a small plane flying overhead. We decided to send up smoke signals by pulling some spanish moss off a tree and placing it on the fire. Unfortunately, the moss was a long strand and was still attached to the low hanging branch of this dryed out dead tree. WOW......that tree went up in flames quick. All my buddies scattered and ran for home.
Me? My hatchet was still under that tree..................and I wasn't going to lose it. Well......I hear the sirens coming from the base and within a couple minute the airbase fire department shows up. There is a huge crowd on the other side of the fence watching.......including my Mom. After filling out a report they turn me over to my horrified and embarrassed Mother. She drags me home by the shirt collar and tells me "Wait til your father get home". Dad got home, I got the belt and my knife was confiscated (never did find the hatchet).
I never saw that knife again until I was helping my Dad clean out his work shop. I was in my late 20s and it was still in the leather sheath up on a high shelf. We had a laugh about old times and he handed it back and said maybe someday I'll give it to my son. The Florida humidity and being in that leather sheath really rusted it up. I've cleaned it as best I could...it is still pitted pretty bad. I still have it....had two daughters (no sons) and now have two grandsons (both under two). I think I'll wait a while...........this was an awfully wicked knife for an eight year old to be roaming the neighborhood with.

[mete]

After WWII my grandmother went to visit her family in Norway .She brought back a Helle knife which I still have !!

[facablade]

hi my first knife was an spanish copy of SAK..........oh man I´m getting older ;-)