Yes, the Cub Scout Knife brings back memories. I hope to find mine again someday (lent it to my brother and I'm not sure where it went). It was my third knife but first new sharp knife. My first two knives were given to me by the neighbor whose lawn I mowed. They were as dull as butter knives and at that young age I had no clue as to how to sharpen them. They still went everywhere with me. The first day I had the Cub Scout knife I was amazed at how bright and shiny it was. I soon learned what sharp was and how fast carbon steel can take a "patina". I'm not sure why, but I started peeling and cutting a lemon with the knife. The blade instantly turned a dark grey if I remember correctly. Then, I don't remember exactly what happened, I either closed the knife on my fingers or sliced a couple of them when cutting the lemon (probably used to my dull knives). A nice cut full of lemon juice was enough to be a constant reminder that I really don't want any more cuts - and I've been fairly safe with my knife handling ever since. Nice find. Enjoy them. Mike
