Here's where I saw my first SAK, although I had some awareness of what they were:
When I was twelve, my father and I spent a Spring weekend on Mackinac Island, between Michigan's Upper and Lower Penninsulas. My father was in a bluegrass band at the time and they had a gig in a bar there for the weekend. This is a quaint, touristy place with all sorts of gift shops and such. One gift shop sold outdoorsy stuff and it had a large display case of different SAKs with all of the implements deployed. I repeatedly went there and looked at them, noting the variety of implements, and deciding which ones I would want. I had no money, but I resolved to get one. How could I have possibly gooten this far in life without something so neat and useful? How could I possibly continue? I decided that the Huntsman was the SAK for me, due to its array of implements.
By July, I had saved up the $25 or so dollars needed for the Huntsman by doing extra chores and collecting soda can deposits. I had my mother take me to an Army Navy store, where I got the Huntsman. I must have chosen wisely when I was twelve, because I still carry and use it frequently. The scales are beat up, the main blade has some stains on it from battery acid, and the toothpick is no longer removeable because I once got superglue on it. It's had the scissors spring replaced at least four times.
I'd like to pass it on to my daughter when she's old enough (she'll be born in March so it'll be awhile), or perhaps get her a new one like it.