my first knife was an imperial schrade that my dad gave me when i was a kid. i had that knife with me at all times. when i woke up in the morning after putting on my clothes it was always the first thing i grabbed and put in my pocket. if i ever forgot it i felt like i was naked. i took that thing to shooting ranges, dug the tops out of bullets with it, whittled with it, it was always with me when i went camping(especially), when i went hunting(especially), then the scales fell off and still it didn't matter i had that thing for years until one day i got a new one and i gave it to a girl i was sweet on and she loved it too. the only thing i have aside from the memory is a scar on my thumb from when i was whittling with it while hunting with my dad for 2 weeks in the woods and i learned one of my first lessons with a knife about not cutting towards myself and it stabbed me in the thumb and skidded around the bone. i then gave the knife back to my dad and told him never to let me have a knife again. it only took about a week before i wanted it back and to this day i have owned over 400 knives and i always give people i really like a knife as a gift. i also have many more scars but, none that i regret.