My first knife was given to me by my Grandfather when I was 5 years old, It was a small brass and wood no name slipjoint with one blade. He made sure it wasn't to sharp, and even took the point off it. I carried it for the better part of a year, to school once by accident and eventually lost it. Not a week latter I was visiting my other Grandfather and told him I lost my pocket knife, he was a case man, he went back to his bedroom and came back with a wore out case congress with black scales ( what was left of them) and blades that were sharpened to toothpicks. It was still sharper than a razor though and I gratefully accepted the knife. Not long after acquiring my "new" Case knife, I found my first knife at the edge of the woods. I still have them both, I'd take a picture of them but I'm 600 miles away at the moment! All the men in my family carried a knife of some type, but It was my Grandfathers that started my love for knives.