I'm still fairly young, but my love of sharp things started in cub scouts. The first camping trip I went on with a group was the first time I really carried a pocket knife. Keep in mind, it was nothing over the top. Just a little swiss army knife. That was all I had for a while. Eventually, I got a better quality one. Eventually, we moved out into the country and I took on more chores. Soon after that, I got my first true folding knife. It was one of those orange Bear Grylls knives. I took it everywhere. I beat it up so hard it's not even funny. Then one day, I was riding in my dad's truck and I found this cool little Gerber double edge fixed blade he had owned since he was deployed in Egypt. I wanted it SO badly, but he said no. My knife love sort of plateaued there for a few years. Eventually, I was riding around with my mom and sister. We happened to stop by a knife shop and I got a Buck fixed blade hunting knife. That thing is still carried in my car to this day. When me and my family went out to D.C for a few weeks, we visited Gettysburg and stumbled on a knife shop. In hindsight, it was all novelty garbage but one knife stood out that I had to have. $13 later, I had a rogue river air force assisted opening rescue knife. That basically became the replacement for the Gerber knife, which by this point I had busted beyond repair. Fast forward to recent history and I saw a SOG seal pup knife that I decided on a whim to get. It was even better than the Buck I had carried for a while. Then this last February rolls around and me and my sister get into an argument while I was outside. This was over a pair of headphones, mind you. She got her hand around my head and hit me with a hammer. I realized that I had an assisted opening knife that I got for Christmas and pulled it out. I didn't hit anything vital. She got a little nick on her arm. Say what you will, but it made that hammer stop hitting my head. The knife ending that altercation before I suffered head trauma meant that it basically saved my life. For a few months after that, my parents were really strict about me or my sister having access to anything that could be used as a weapon. They have both eased up considerably although my dad is still firmly against me carrying a fixed blade at his house. Once things died down, I got a gerber like my dad had in his car. I never carried it around him, but I had it. Then I met David. He was the guy who first opened my eyes up to different steel types. His advice led me to buy my first Benchmade. I went into Portland to pick one out, but the store clerk said that I had to be 18 to buy any knife from them. I am 17 at this point, so I left feeling defeated. When I got home, I went to Benchmade's website and ordered an AFO 2 auto knife. When it arrived, I was amazed. I ended up giving the fixed blade Gerber to my sister for her birthday. I currently have a Benchmade mini grip coming in with M4 steel and I simply can not wait