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Anyone else as sentimental as me? When I was 4, my dad gave me this knife. While cleaning up a church he found it painted into a windowsill, took it home and cleaned it up. I was super young but will never forget when he gave it to me. He didn't run it past my mom first and she was freaking out. "He's going to cut himself"! Sure enough, about two minute later I was bleeding. Got a bandaid and was right back out to making pointy sticks. 32 years later the bug hasn't left, it's only grown.



