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I was six when I got my first knife. It was at dinner, I was pissing and moaning because my mother served up yet another dish of boiled cauliflower which I hated. My father plunked down a small folder on the table and said "I'll give you this if you clean your plate." I was bug-eyed, I would have eaten a pot of cauliflower for that knife. Anyway I got the knife and I got busy cutting everything that needed cut, including my fingers. I was occasionally smart enough to know that it needed to be re-sharpened and I bugged my father to do it. He did and he probably tried to teach me how to do it, but I was too young and didn't get it (those were the good old days
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One day when I was 11, I happened upon an old Japanese gardener who was sharpening his hand sycle with a water stone. I was fascinated and approached him, unusual for me because I was a shy kid. I asked him if he would sharpen my pocket knife. He didn't speak English and I didn't speak Japanese but we finally communicated. He obliged me by sharpening my knife but he also showed me how to do it, get the right angle, etc.
(Sharpen a kid's knife and he'll cut himself for a day...show him how to sharpen a knife and he'll cut himself for the rest of his life
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So that's how I learned and I'll never forget that old Japanese man who helped out a dumb kid.

One day when I was 11, I happened upon an old Japanese gardener who was sharpening his hand sycle with a water stone. I was fascinated and approached him, unusual for me because I was a shy kid. I asked him if he would sharpen my pocket knife. He didn't speak English and I didn't speak Japanese but we finally communicated. He obliged me by sharpening my knife but he also showed me how to do it, get the right angle, etc.
(Sharpen a kid's knife and he'll cut himself for a day...show him how to sharpen a knife and he'll cut himself for the rest of his life

So that's how I learned and I'll never forget that old Japanese man who helped out a dumb kid.