What got you started

What got me started with knives was a hardware store Barlow. I was probably about 5 or 6 and dad bought both of us one of those cheap Barlows that were on the cardboard display stand and had the little black bands holding them on. The funny thing about that day, and the thing I remember the most was that I remember dad telling me that I would cut myself with it and I was telling him I wouldn't, then I cut myself in the car before we could get home(five miles). I hid that cut finger from him so he wouldn't take the knife away. I have carried a slipjoint everyday since then. I have know idea what became of that Barlow but I sure wish I still had it.
 
I look at knives as tools, but my hubby loves knives. He grew up on a cattle farm, so he had a pocketknife at an early age. His mom doesn't like guns and so his dad wouldn't let him have a 22 to keep peace. Hubby told me this is why he really loves knives and looking at knives.
 
I guess I got started as a youngster when my dad started taking me hunting. I needed a knife to clean the game with and he gave me an Old Timer stockman. I still have that knife, after more than 30yrs. It still razor sharp. But, here lately I've kept it in the safe to pass on to my son. And, I've started collecting some Case knives. I like the Trappers. I have 5 so far. Plus, I have a trapperlock, and a copperlock on the way. I picked up a mini copperlock that I like well so far.

I find that the older I get the more I look at the beauty in a knife, and appreciate fit and finish, much more than I did as a youngster. When I was younger they were just tools, and used pretty hard. I still have several of the knives I began with as a kid. Most of them are in the safe to be passed on to one of my sons, or my daughter.

I have found that collecting has now become an addiction. One I am quite happy to continue. I just recently found the Bladeforums, and am glad that I did.
 
I had no influence of knives in the home.
At eight years old, I purchased a little pen knife with a 1" blade.
I used it for sharpening pencils in my pencil box.
I also purchased a small whet stone, and still have the scar where the knife slipped off the stone and cut into my bone.

Then in Cub Scouts knives became official
And in Scouts, I had a Camper (scout) knife and a stag handled sheath knife
Also in Scouts I learned axemanship.
 

My granpaw got me started, He always had a knife in his front right pocket. I remember because I would try and take it out when he would come and pick me up from my parents house when I was younger. Later when I turned 12yrs old he bought me Sodbuster and I kept it for years, We bought each other knives for birthdays and christmas. He died last year and I got all of his knives now and I was looking through them as hard as it is, and all the knives I bought him he had kept in a Redman Tin he got with a case of chew and he wrote on the inside of the tin" Don't mess with these knives" So, I guess My Grandpaw got me started, but I know he is the reason I still love knives.
 
No one in my family ever had a knife but they have always fascinated me. My first knife was a SAK and I learned how to blunt one using various stones. I think my dad gave it to me (probably against my mums wishes) for taking out camping. No idea of the model but it had scissors and they were the thing I used the most. I once saved the day with the corkscrew as well.

I think it got lost during a house move or it was nicked along with my watch and shoes at a swimming pool.
 
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