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First knife was the one I took out of the hands of the guy trying to mug me. Been hooked ever since!
Truth--I was 9, mediumish Vic SAK. My great uncle gave it to me.
I still carry a Vic Ranger every day. Great knife.my first knife was this one
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i got it for my sixteenth birthday and it was my first real knife. i remember opening up the package at my girlfriends house and seeing it for the first time and thought "wow so this is what a swiss army knife looks like in the flesh" it was so shiny and smooth and the knives on them were razor sharp.
what was your first knife and what memories do you have of getting it =) ?
I found one just like that in a barn on my property ( different colour tho ) it's sitting beside me right now. Kind of cool but really next to useless.One of these bad boys:
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Promotional item given to my Grandpa by some cement mixing company. The day my Gramps gave that to me was a proud day. I wish I still had it; I think my mom took it away thinking I was 'too young' for a knife. Not sure if ever actually cut anything with it besides my own finger...I think all my Grandpa used it for was cleaning his finger nails lol.
I got my first knife when I was pretty young; I think around 5 or 6 years old. It's a small green Victorinox. It was my Great-grandfather's knife. My father acquired the knife when he passed away. He gave the knife to me when I was little. I think my Great-grandfather acquired it later in his life, because the knife doesn't look to be very old.
I was only allowed to use it when my father was around. I was too young to actually carry it or use it for anything worthwhile. I remember cutting paper with the scissors. I thought that was cool, back in the day! I mean, who doesn't want to cut paper into a million pieces? I still fight the urge to this very day!
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As you can see, It's a tiny knife, way to small to be of any real use. Now it's an Heirloom to pass down to my future kid/kids. Someday, they will be cutting paper into smithereens, under my supervision, of course... I'm not a complete moron...
Awesome story story, and certainly not a useless blade size. Tiny blades are extremely useful sometimes.

promptly sliced my thumb open. That's the only time I've really been bitten by a knife while cutting.
I'm glad you like it!
I can see where it could be handy. It might actually be fun to carry, paired with another knife. I bet it would fit nicely into the watch pocket on a pair of jeans.
I haven't really used it a lot because of the fact that it belong to my Great-grandfather. I would hate to lose it or something.
It's practically brand-new. I have the original box and everything. My dad taped a hand written note on the box that says which Great-grandfather it belonged to and that the knife belongs to me. It's pretty cool!
My fathers little Case peanut. It changed my mind about smaller knives.
I had always had a full size stockman or SAK on me. When I was in the army, the supply room handed out the old all steel MIL-K knives like lollypops att he doctors office. So I was used to a 3 1/2 to 4 inch pocket knife with close to a 3 inch blade.
When my dad passed away, his old Case peanut ended up on top of my dresser, and it sat there for a long time in a tray with some other knick knacks. Then my 20 year old Buck 301 stockman was going back to Buck for a spa treatment and new main blade. Just for yuks, I dropped my dad's old peanut into my pocket, expecting to just carry it for a bit out of sentiment, and that I'd find it really too small for my needs as a blue collar machinist working in a shop. I mean, the Case peanut is a joke, right? Growing up, I had always wondered why dad had bothered carrying such a small knife, aside from the fact that his mom had given it to him as he was leaving home for college. The first in his working watermen family to do so.
So I carried the little thing, and mid boring Ihad a job on the mill to modify some parts that had come in a heavy cardboard box sealed with that plastic tape that has the nylon stuff running through it. Tough stuff. I reached in my pocket for my Buck forgetting Ihad sent it off, and found my dad's peanut. Thinking 'aw heck' I opened the main blade and it sliced right through the stuff. The next day I had a job on the lathe, so I went over to the rack where the round stick was stored, and took out the peanut to cut the greasy tape that was holding the 1/2 inch bars in a bundle. Again, the thin little blade went right through.
This kept up for a while, and I kind of grew used to having my pocket freed up with a smaller lighter knife that did what I needed to in real world cutting. The Case peanut was an eye opener. When my Buck came back to me all fixed up by the Buck spa treatment, I was happy to put it back in my pocket and the peanut went back on my dresser. For a while. The Buck felt like a brick in my pocket, with the 3 7/7th size and thick enough for three blades. The two bladed 2 7/8th peanut would disappear in the pocket by comparison. Working on my BMW motorcycle, the peanut would cut a new length of fuel line clean as a razor blade. It opened UPS boxes like magic. I started to leave the Buck home and go with the peanut in my pocket. Dads little Case was an example that we don't really need as much knife as we think. Or at least I didn't, and thin is good for a cutting blade. It made me think of all those old guys I used to see growing up, that had the little pen knife in the pocket, and how they all knew what they were doing.