I can still remember the first folding knife I ever got as a kid. It seemed to me like some kind of spiritual right of passage.I carried that thing with me every where I went. I cut balers’ binder twine with it for making forts. I cut fishing line with it when we went camping. I cut spears with it and boughs of willow for a making bows and arrows.
I even cut myself with it.
I remember losing it in the long grass at my cousins’ farm one summer and it was like my world ended… I went back out there and managed to find it the following summer and it was rusted shut.
I’m sure it was an inexpensive knife but it meant the world to me. I hope our guides below can give you something as precious and long lasting as those memories… minus the scar of course.