What is your first knife memory?

The very first was my grandmother's boyfriend cutting a plug of chewing tobacco but the big one was when my Brother David and I got up early one morning and took all of Mom's kitchen knives and tried to make them stick in the wall. We probably tossed them for a half hour before they woke up lol! When one stuck we would high five each other. Dad's reaction would absolutely be considered criminal child abuse today but in 1958 ..
For my whole life I have gotten a deep sense of satisfaction throwing a knife and having it stick. The deeper the better.
 
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Owen K. said:
Some great stories here. Mine is pretty unexciting. I just remember being given my first knife (a Leatherman blast) on my 7th birthday. It was a great one. I'm still carrying a Leatherman today. My old blast got swapped for a wave which I like better.
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ALL first knife memory is priceless.
 
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cbach8tw said:
Growing up I used to watch old Tarzan movies on Sunday mornings, wishing I had a knife like him. I started carrying a plastic toy knife in my swim trunks when we went to the local pool where we had a membership during the summers. That was the earliest memory I had of liking knives. After asking about a knife for so long, my dad finally got me an imperial Frontier double eagle, looks like a slim 110 with wood handles. I placed it, with its sheath, in a leather draw string bag and tied it to my belt, as I thought Tarzan would do, and went to the creek near the house and climbed trees and followed trails.....and got poison ivy...and had a grand time.
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haha ;)
 
Three come to mind. The first is looking at a moose hanging from a tree in our yard, and my father explaining to me the proper way to hand someone an unsheathed fixed blade knife. The second was opening my thumb up pretty good trying to cut open a golf ball. Third was another kid opening a finger up with my black jack knife out by a lake, while all of us kids where on a camping trip as army cadets. Oh ya, this was a good one. As teenagers my best friend and I where tossing a switch blade between each other feet, while drunk. I remember winding up to slam that sucker into the grass, and ended up driving it into Steves foot !
 
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Haha! Great stories! Many smiles reading this thread.
I was 6 or 7 when I discovered the guy with the huge setup selling all the Pakistani knives at a street fair in our small town. I was amazed. So much to take in, it was like a whole new world opened up to me as I stood there looking into those glass cases. Some knives were obviously practical tools and others were obviously instruments of torture. I remember thinking, "Who is this guy?". I imagined he must have connections with mercinaries and ninjas and probably even knows Chuck Norris. Then I focused in on a Swiss Army knock off with a corkscrew, bottle opener and a small blade and laid my money down. I remember how satisfying it was to handle "man business". I used that thing for a while mostly opening sodas until it broke.
 
I remember cutting my thumb, checking to see if it was sharp the same way my grandfather did 5 minutes before when he gave me my first knife. Something tells me I didn’t do it exactly the same way Papa did. So I hide the knife and put my bloody thumb in my pocket for the rest of the day.
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I would go into my dad's dresser and take out his small two bladed pocket knife and play Mumblety-peg (also known as mumbley-peg, mumblepeg, mumble-the-peg, mumbledepeg or mumble-de-peg) is an old outdoor game played using pocketknives. Today, the progressives would send you to a child psychologist and have you expelled from school.
 
An early memory for me is when I was around 7 or 8 I had a knock off Swiss Army knife but my older brother had the real thing, which he kept unused in its box. When he wasn't around I would sneak into his room and take it out of the box and smell it and fondle it. I swear the smell of a brand new Victorinox when you take it out of its box for the first time hasn't changed in all these years!
 
Probably around 8 years old. SAK. "Don't touch that, it's very sharp!" .... 3 stitches for my finger at the local hospital on snapping close - Oops. (lol) Never looked back :)
 
cbach8tw said:
Growing up I used to watch old Tarzan movies on Sunday mornings, wishing I had a knife like him. I started carrying a plastic toy knife in my swim trunks when we went to the local pool where we had a membership during the summers. That was the earliest memory I had of liking knives. After asking about a knife for so long, my dad finally got me an imperial Frontier double eagle, looks like a slim 110 with wood handles. I placed it, with its sheath, in a leather draw string bag and tied it to my belt, as I thought Tarzan would do, and went to the creek near the house and climbed trees and followed trails.....and got poison ivy...and had a grand time.
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Me too.
My first knife given to me was a small fixed blade Toledo Mora copy with a red plastic handle. That was my Tarzan knife.
 
First real knife memory was of my father's Kabar Folding Hunter 1184 that he carried all the time. I have my own but will cherish his when the time comes.

My own knife memory was of the Barlow pattern that he gave me when I was seven or eight. I think it was an Imperial because I remember them hanging in their clam-shell packaging at the local Coast to Coast hardware store. Definitely cut my self one or two times. Especially bad one time on my thumb after sharpening the blades on a stone. I'm sure it's in one of the boxes and boxes of my things back home.

Ah, good times. Thanks for asking about this!
 
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I also remember my dad having another knife that had a toothpick and tweezers, I think. It was a Schrade or an Old Timer maybe? Would've been pretty old. I'd like to find one if I could identify it.
 
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Cognoscenti said:
Hey i remember this but not the knife , did you have pictures of it ?
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No I don't. This was when I was maybe 5 or 6. I know back in them days the bubble gum wrappers had different presents you saved up a bunch of wrappers for along with I believe like $1.35 shipping. I so wish I had that knife. All I can remember is it being a white handled 2 blade jack knife and extremely dull lol.
 
josiahg52 said:
I also remember my dad having another knife that had a toothpick and tweezers, I think. It was a Schrade or an Old Timer maybe? Would've been pretty old. I'd like to find one if I could identify it.
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Quoting myself here but I found it! It was indeed an Old Timer! The classic Schrade 96OT also called the "Bearhead" by some, I guess. I have one on the way!
 
When I was in elementary school I used to fish with my grandpa a lot. I can happily say we still get to fish together some now. Anyway, I cut the hell out of my finger getting the rib bones off of a bluegill fillet. It bled for hours. My dad wouldn't take me to get stitches. Taught me to be cautious with a sharp knife.
 
For me, I remember my grandfather grinding the sharp edges off the blades of a pocket knife which he gave me. I don’t remember the brand or how may blades the knife had but I do remember it had dark brown scales and made me feel real good having it. I had lots of fun using my imagination with the knife.
 
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