When I was 11 I moved in with my dad and stepmom...well it was kinda weird, and I was naturally worried if she would be a mom or a step-wench.
She bought me my first SAK Classic that I eventually wore out and broke (still bums me out). One day we were in U.S. Calvary and out of no where, she got me my first fixed blade, a "Ka-Bar" by Ontario in the early early 90s. She thought it was safe for me to own...I think I was 12. I still have it.
She's now more of a mom to me than my bio-mom, and treats me like her own son. I couldn't ask for a cooler parent.
Out of all the high budget toys I own, that $35 knife is more important to me than all the rest, and it resides in my safe box at the bank while a bunch of $200+ folders are scattered all over the house.
Great lady, great gift, great memory.
If I lost it I would be irreconcilable. She was really the first person that not only accepted my interest in knife collecting, but also promoted it.
A close second would be the G-10/S30V Leek the wife bought me for our first anniversary...she spotted it over my shoulder when I was a poor struggling businessman, and bought it for me...at the time it was a "high dollar" knife. I lost it for 3-4 days and I tore the place apart trying to find it...sure enough SHE moved it on me. Eye Ron EEE!
Enough sappy stuff, where's the next Sebbie
