I was using knives starting at about 4. When I started 1st grade, my grandfather gave me a small peanut and said
"Now that you're starting school, you need to have your own knife. We can't have you borrowing them from anyone else."
I have carried a knife every day since with very few exceptions -
- 14 days in Japan on leave while stationed there,
- 7 days on a cruise that I got talked into going one
- 2 days in the hospital for an emergency appendectomy
- 5 days in the hospital for colon cancer surgery
- 28 days while in the hospital trying to die from the chemotherapy as it was determined that my body is missing the enzymes necessary to break the drugs down.
I even carried pocket knives the 12 1 month overseas assignments while in the Naval Reserves for 9 years, 2 in the Philippines, and the 4 in Singapore and 6 in South Korea.
I started acquiring knives shortly after I got my first one. Any time my father or grandfathers got a new work knife, I got their old ones. Some of those were lost, some fell apart with age and 2 were stolen. Found a few that some other poor souls lost.
Was given my first fixed blade (Western L46-5) at 10, bought my second fixed blade (Kabar 1232) at 15, bought my first lock back (Buck 110) at 17. The longest period without buying a knife - my 3rd deployment to the Western Pacific and Indian Ocean during the Iranian Hostage Crisis - went nearly 10 months without buying one, but then I was a little busy and didn't notice.
I've bought a lot of blades, and given away more than I've sold. Probably keep slowly accumulating more until after I die. I fully expect to have at least 1 or 2 arrive in the mail AFTER I die, whenever that is.