I'd be interested in knowing about other's first knives and at what age and circumstances they received them.
As for me, my first knife was purchased at a gift shop in North Carolina. My family and I were in a shop and on a rack were some small inexpensive sheath knives. It had a white plastic handle and was in a tan sheath that said "Great Smokey Mountains". Dad had always been a hunter and fisherman and always carried a knife of some kind. I was 8 or 9 and must have looked at them longingly. I didn't notice as Dad stayed behind for a moment and when he came out he handed me an item wrapped in a brown bag.
Before I opened it he sat me down and gave me the rules. "A knife," he told me, "is a tool. You are never to even so much as act like you are going to cut anyone. If I ever find out that you abused the priviledge of carrying a knife you'll loose it for a very long time."
The knife was cheap, blunt, and mostly useless for anything but starting to teach a kid the lessons of the responsibility of carrying a knife. However, somewhere at my parents house I still have that knife. Dad gave me other knives as I grew up but that one will always be special.
I guess a Dad giving his son (or daughter for that matter) that first knife is quite a moment. Its a sign of respect and maturity that can't be surpassed in any way I can think of.
As for me, my first knife was purchased at a gift shop in North Carolina. My family and I were in a shop and on a rack were some small inexpensive sheath knives. It had a white plastic handle and was in a tan sheath that said "Great Smokey Mountains". Dad had always been a hunter and fisherman and always carried a knife of some kind. I was 8 or 9 and must have looked at them longingly. I didn't notice as Dad stayed behind for a moment and when he came out he handed me an item wrapped in a brown bag.
Before I opened it he sat me down and gave me the rules. "A knife," he told me, "is a tool. You are never to even so much as act like you are going to cut anyone. If I ever find out that you abused the priviledge of carrying a knife you'll loose it for a very long time."
The knife was cheap, blunt, and mostly useless for anything but starting to teach a kid the lessons of the responsibility of carrying a knife. However, somewhere at my parents house I still have that knife. Dad gave me other knives as I grew up but that one will always be special.
I guess a Dad giving his son (or daughter for that matter) that first knife is quite a moment. Its a sign of respect and maturity that can't be surpassed in any way I can think of.