Somewhere in my late teens, my mother finally ceded and allowed me to get a knife. As I was old enough to hold a job at the time, I paid for it myself, but bought it alongside my father at a gun show. It was an original Smith and Wesson S.W.A.T. when they first came out with that line. That was before their knives went to total crap. It was all black, partially serrated blade, and all mine. Pretty proud moment (my father and I considered it a pretty big victory over my mothers oppressive anti-dangerous-thing campaign). Learned a lot about knives since then, like, for instance, don't buy Smith and Wesson knives (though admittedly, that one wasn't bad for an entry level knife). Like many of you, I've owned a lot of sharp things since then, and have Strider, Benchmade, Spyderco, and several others in my current lineup. Not entirely sure what happened to that first knife...would have been kinda cool to still have my first. Oh well.
It's like my first surfboard. Carried it with me through seven countries, till my friend (the Marine) did a crappy knot job to the top of his Cherokee and it flew off on I-4 on the way back from New Smyrna Beach, coming to a gentle rest on the other side of the highway, just in time to get annihilated by two successive semi trucks...
sigh.
I was about to retire that board after that day, to hang on my wall forever.....the road to anti-materialism has been a long one...
sorry, tangent....