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I posted this on multitool.org also but I thought a few people here might enjoy it as well, if you are on both sites I apologize for having to see it twice 
It is a bit long so don't feel obligated to read it all 
Not too long ago, these are the only knives I considered to be 'real knives' that were 'worth carrying':
Spyderco, Benchmade, Kershaw, etc. Now, I still have those knives, I still like them, but they are all secondary to knives that I didn't realize were waiting for me this whole time, SAKs. Really, they were waiting for me to come back to them.
When I was about six, my dad showed me a little knife. It was for me, it was in a little blue Tiffany's box and it had my initials engraved on it. It was a silver Victorinox Classic. He told me he had actually bought it for me when I was a little baby. He showed it to me and let me hold it when I was six, but he told me I would not receive the knife until he felt that I was ready to own it. I still remember the next few weeks after that, I made sure I didn't fight with my sister in front of him or whine for more dessert I assumed that two weeks of good behavior would prove I was grown up enough for the knife haha. Well, obviously that did not do the trick. Then, one day when I was 11 or 12, after I had gotten into honors at school and was putting in a lot of hours training for club soccer, he sat me down after a game and brought out the little blue box. He told me that he felt I was ready. I was so excited that I spent all of my spare time in the next few days fondling it, opening and closing the tools, slicing paper with the little blade, cutting myself a few times on accident, typical kid with a knife stuff. I was always too afraid to carry it around in my pocket because I knew how nice it was and what it meant to both me and my father.
As I turned into a teenager I moved on from my obsession with the little knife, started chasing girls and sneaking beers, smoking the occasional (maybe not so occasional) joint. Years kept rolling and I moved out from my parents house, the knife stayed there in my old room, I knew it was best to keep it safe there as I hopped around from apartment to apartment, working and partying and going to school here and there. When I was 23 I got my girlfriend pregnant, freaked out at first, then started getting excited to be a dad. We bought our first house, my daughter is two now (I am 25). Shortly after we moved I was at my mom's house and happened to be in my old room and saw the little blue box with my first knife and grabbed it to take to my first house, finally feeling I had a safe place to keep it. Since my daughter was just a baby I started getting interested in self reliance gear and skills, wanting to know a thing or two in case I was ever in a tough spot with my family in tow. I started buying knives with strong steels, knives with strong locks, knives that would function in self defense if needed, a bunch of fixed blades, even a few Leathermans to supplement my pockets. As my collection grew, I started paying more attention to my old little SAK, my first knife. The nostalgia of it warmed the idea of SAKs back up for me. I was at a Target and saw a Vic Tinker on the shelf, I thought what the heck? I dropped it into my basket. I have bought three more since then and I am back in full fledged love with these little pocket tool chests, and I have that very first Vic Classic to thank for it.
Thanks for looking.
It is a bit long so don't feel obligated to read it all Not too long ago, these are the only knives I considered to be 'real knives' that were 'worth carrying':
Spyderco, Benchmade, Kershaw, etc. Now, I still have those knives, I still like them, but they are all secondary to knives that I didn't realize were waiting for me this whole time, SAKs. Really, they were waiting for me to come back to them.
When I was about six, my dad showed me a little knife. It was for me, it was in a little blue Tiffany's box and it had my initials engraved on it. It was a silver Victorinox Classic. He told me he had actually bought it for me when I was a little baby. He showed it to me and let me hold it when I was six, but he told me I would not receive the knife until he felt that I was ready to own it. I still remember the next few weeks after that, I made sure I didn't fight with my sister in front of him or whine for more dessert
I assumed that two weeks of good behavior would prove I was grown up enough for the knife haha. Well, obviously that did not do the trick. Then, one day when I was 11 or 12, after I had gotten into honors at school and was putting in a lot of hours training for club soccer, he sat me down after a game and brought out the little blue box. He told me that he felt I was ready. I was so excited that I spent all of my spare time in the next few days fondling it, opening and closing the tools, slicing paper with the little blade, cutting myself a few times on accident, typical kid with a knife stuff. I was always too afraid to carry it around in my pocket because I knew how nice it was and what it meant to both me and my father.As I turned into a teenager I moved on from my obsession with the little knife, started chasing girls and sneaking beers, smoking the occasional (maybe not so occasional) joint. Years kept rolling and I moved out from my parents house, the knife stayed there in my old room, I knew it was best to keep it safe there as I hopped around from apartment to apartment, working and partying and going to school here and there. When I was 23 I got my girlfriend pregnant, freaked out at first, then started getting excited to be a dad. We bought our first house, my daughter is two now (I am 25). Shortly after we moved I was at my mom's house and happened to be in my old room and saw the little blue box with my first knife and grabbed it to take to my first house, finally feeling I had a safe place to keep it. Since my daughter was just a baby I started getting interested in self reliance gear and skills, wanting to know a thing or two in case I was ever in a tough spot with my family in tow. I started buying knives with strong steels, knives with strong locks, knives that would function in self defense if needed, a bunch of fixed blades, even a few Leathermans to supplement my pockets. As my collection grew, I started paying more attention to my old little SAK, my first knife. The nostalgia of it warmed the idea of SAKs back up for me. I was at a Target and saw a Vic Tinker on the shelf, I thought what the heck? I dropped it into my basket. I have bought three more since then and I am back in full fledged love with these little pocket tool chests, and I have that very first Vic Classic to thank for it.
Thanks for looking.
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