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When I was about 14 or 15, I had a small collection of knives. Some of them were from my father. I think there was a remington scout knife, a nice Grohmann Russell CBK, and others. You get the idea, a nice handful of decent knives. I kept them in a paper bag in my room, and like many teenagers, my room was a mess. Well, one day, my mom made me clean my room, and, being ticked off, I went on a cleaning frenzy. It was a few weeks later that I realized that I had thrown out my knives by mistake...ugh!