My dad was a pocket knife guy for as long as I can remember. Every man carried one, even in the heart of the city, Chicago in our case. When he broke the tip off the small blade of his Case Eisenhower/senator pen knife, it became mine. I turned that small blade into a coping blade on our hand cranked grinding wheel. I still have it. It was missing for the longest time, then a couple years ago I ran across it. Put it in a safe place so I couldnt lose it. Now I cant remember where that safe place is. It will turn up again.
The other two childhood knives that stand out:
Our neighbors two doors down were an italian family. Relatives were always coming to stay with them as they made their way into America. And the kids always seemed to have small swing guards or switchblades. For a while there was a kid my age there, probably 11 at the time, and I had to trade him for his switchblade. I forget what all I had to trade, but eventually that knife was mine. Had it for a few weeks before my folks saw it and took it away, never to be seen again.
My dad had some very interesting knives in his collection. Among them some old henkels and other brands of lobster pattern knives. And there was his pride and joy, a Case 052 4 blade congress. After he passed away, the knives came my way. I love that Case congress, and was the catalyst that got me interested in collecting custom slipjoint knives.