Giving your kid a knife

Got my first knife when I was 5. It was a Vic Small Tinker. Still have it to this day more than more than 20 years later.

I asked my dad if I could have a survival knife. He then asked my why I needed a big old "Rambo" knife. I told him no not a Rambo knife a survival knife you know like the kind that has all kinds of tools on it so you can survive. I guess even at a young age I understood function over form. Now if only I was that smart in all of my childhood decisions.
 
My son is three now, and I'd like to give him his very own knife when I think he can show me that he can treat them with some respect and not do stupid things with them. I don't remember when I got my first knife but I'm sure it was a knock off SAC. I think my Grandmother got it for me. I might have been around 8 or 9 years old.
 
My son is 5, and he got a toy "camping knife" (a folder with flimsy rubber blade, fork, and spoon) for Christmas when he was still 4. Whenever he was playing with his camping stuff around the house I'd test him with that "knife": how to open it safely, how to close it safely, and how to use it safely. Now that I'm convinced (and so is the wife) that he's safe and mature enough, he's going to move up to the generic real camping knife on his 6th birthday this Spring.

He'll probably have his first Izula by Christmas. :D
 
my boy had always had folders. he was 8 when he got his first sheath knife. it was an ontario airforce pilots survival knife. he still has it too. he is getting ready to turn 16.
 
Got my first swiss army knife when I as 5 (mom gave it to me, without dads permission). Dad got me my first bbgun when I was 6, first 22 when I was 7 I think. The guns were never locked up. I could go shoot anytime I wanted, just had to ask. Their was a lot of responsibility that came along with it, and I learned a quick respect for them, fore they could be taken away at the drop of a hat. And not once were they.

ETA, after I got my swiss army knife, a friend and I decided we both needed haircuts (the knife had scissors) so we chopped on each others hair with the swiss army knife scissors, and wholly hell, was my mom livid when she came around the corner and saw what we had done to our hair! I got a good belting for that, but the knife didnt get taken away.
 
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