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I think I had access to a scout knife (from an older sister who was in the girl scouts) and a Barlow that was in a kitchen drawer and later in a tackle box when I was probably 8 or 9, though at the time I was not interested in them nor did I carry them.
I got my first very own pocket knife, I believe as a gift from my Dad, which was a typical red-handled SAK, when I was 11 or 12. I no longer have that knife but I have a nice scar on the base of my left thumb to remind me how sharp it was. I don't remember the exact circumstances - I believe I was trying to cut through something and was used to dull knives, and not a brand new super sharp knife, and was using more pressure that needed. It cut right through whatever it was (probably balsa wood I was holding) and right into my hand.
I don't recall getting any particular instructions on knife safety or anything like that. Those lessons were self-taught! No better teacher for knife safety than a deep cut. I also don't recall my parents making any kind of fuss about it, if I even told them. I believe band-aids were the treatment of choice.
I got my first very own pocket knife, I believe as a gift from my Dad, which was a typical red-handled SAK, when I was 11 or 12. I no longer have that knife but I have a nice scar on the base of my left thumb to remind me how sharp it was. I don't remember the exact circumstances - I believe I was trying to cut through something and was used to dull knives, and not a brand new super sharp knife, and was using more pressure that needed. It cut right through whatever it was (probably balsa wood I was holding) and right into my hand.
I don't recall getting any particular instructions on knife safety or anything like that. Those lessons were self-taught! No better teacher for knife safety than a deep cut. I also don't recall my parents making any kind of fuss about it, if I even told them. I believe band-aids were the treatment of choice.