Oh Wow, My First Ever Knife Was A Cheap Little Plastic Red Handled Knife From A Gas Station. It Had A Blade, A Corkscrew, And Something Else I Believe. I Was Probably Around 6 Or 7 And I Saw It At The Gas Station And I HAD To Have It. I Remember Walking Over To My Mom And Tugging On Her Shirt Asking If She'd Get It For Me. I Gave Her The $5 Out Of My Own Money (Which At 7 I Didn't Have Much And $5 Was A Lot To Me) And She Grabbed It, Paid For It, And Handed It To Me. I Swear I Probably Looked Like I Was Glowing. I Loved That Knife So Much, I Carried It Everywhere And Used It For Everything. One Time I Lost It In The House Somewhere And I Was Heart Broken Feeling Like I'd Never Find It. I Didn't Want Another Knife, I Wanted Mine. We Found It Eventually And I Never Let It Out Of My Site Again.
Eventually It Got Lost Or Broke, Pretty Sure We Lost It In A Move, But I'll Never Forget That Little Pocket Knife. Of Course It Was Cheap, Probably Made In China, And Was Your Typical Gas Station Knife, But To Me It Was Like Gold. It Fit Perfect In My Little Hands And Was Just The Best Thing In The World In My Little Kid Eyes.
Anyways, My Favorite Spyderco Right This Second Would Have To Be My Chokwe Or Sage 2.