This brings back memories, good ones.
I was a young (7-8 years old) karate student (shotokan) and I wanted a "ninja sword" so my mom bought me a cheap one to display in my room. After that, my dad started buying me knives and swords left and right! Every year for my bday/Xmas he would get me a new knife/sword. One year, my dad found an old WWII knife in an old tool box he bought, so he stripped the handle and made a nice marble handle for me; it was my first "custom" knife
Sadly he passed away 4 years ago...but ironically at his funeral one of his close friends came up to me and gave me $200 and told me "buy some of those knives your dad used to get you". So I bought a benchmade 51 to start flipping. Ever since then, I never looked back and only buy "high-end" knives now.
I never thought a simple thread could bring a tear to my eye, but it did. So there ya go; call me a sissy if you will...
Here's that custom WWII knife my dad made me next to the bm 51 that started it all:
God, I miss my old man...