Kodiak PA
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My 11 year old boy was devastated tonight. He lost his knife. It was a really sad scene. Earlier today we all went hiking to the beach since we were having a rare, crisp sunny day. As we usually do, we all don a few knives and my son took his favorites: His Spydie Worker that he bought with his Christmas money and Schrade Old Timer 50T. We went to the beach, found some driftwood and whittled away. When he got home he played outside a bit. He forgot to put his knife away approached me with this dreaded look, "dad, I lost my Old Timer". He did what all kids do, he acted optomistic, thought he knew where it was, grabbed his jacket and flashlight and headed outside to search for it.
After a while he came in the house and couldn't even speak. At first I got mad and then felt total empathy. I lost a knife or two in my day and had a few temper tantrums over it. When he started to cry, I thought I would, too. He went to bed broken hearted. So I did what any dad would do, I went out in the freezing Alaskan night and searched and searched for that damn knife. Couldn't find it.
Now my yougest crawls into bed and rolls over on something. He reaches down and finds his big brothers closed knife. He's so excited he runs out of the house in his PJs screaming, "I found it"! Oh joy! I felt so much relief for my son. Apparently he went in his little brother's room and his knife fell out. He was thrilled and relieved. I think he has a newer and better appreciation of his knives....and his little brother.
Just wanted to share. Knives are a really neat part of our lives. No matter what happens as they hit the teenage years here soon, I hope we still can enjoy knives togther.
Have a nice Easter everyone!
Regards,
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~Greg~
[This message has been edited by Kodiak PA (edited 03 April 1999).]
After a while he came in the house and couldn't even speak. At first I got mad and then felt total empathy. I lost a knife or two in my day and had a few temper tantrums over it. When he started to cry, I thought I would, too. He went to bed broken hearted. So I did what any dad would do, I went out in the freezing Alaskan night and searched and searched for that damn knife. Couldn't find it.
Now my yougest crawls into bed and rolls over on something. He reaches down and finds his big brothers closed knife. He's so excited he runs out of the house in his PJs screaming, "I found it"! Oh joy! I felt so much relief for my son. Apparently he went in his little brother's room and his knife fell out. He was thrilled and relieved. I think he has a newer and better appreciation of his knives....and his little brother.
Just wanted to share. Knives are a really neat part of our lives. No matter what happens as they hit the teenage years here soon, I hope we still can enjoy knives togther.
Have a nice Easter everyone!
Regards,
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~Greg~
[This message has been edited by Kodiak PA (edited 03 April 1999).]
