I have the knife that my dad gave me on my 4th birthday in 1950. My mom swore before her death in 2010 that he turned me loose with it, and I was free to carry and use it without supervision. This means that I have constantly had a knife at hand for nearly 64 years, and I have never seriously cut myself with one.
It is a small fixed blade, real imitation plastic stag handle slabs with a compass inlaid in one side of the handle. It is obviously cheap pot metal, but sharp pointed and capable of taking (but not holding) an edge. It was made in early post-war Japan. This was back when "made in Japan" meant "cheap". The original thin leather sheath is long gone to who knows where.
It is a small fixed blade, real imitation plastic stag handle slabs with a compass inlaid in one side of the handle. It is obviously cheap pot metal, but sharp pointed and capable of taking (but not holding) an edge. It was made in early post-war Japan. This was back when "made in Japan" meant "cheap". The original thin leather sheath is long gone to who knows where.