My first knife was a Military Demo knife, dated 1967, made by Camillus, when I was in the Cub Scouts. I found it on the ground and put it in my pocket and never said a word. My mom found it under my bed and took it away from me. That night, my dad was watching the movie, Walking Tall, and she told him what she found in my room. He told her to give it back to me and that made me the happiest boy in the world. I still have that knife and I am 40 now. I was 8, at the time.