My 1st knife came from a little 2nd hand store where our road met the main road in the tiny little town I lived in, pop. 1169. It was just a little house someone gutted and had stuff all over. This would have been in the summer of '69, I was almost 8 yo. There was a fixed blade, Bowie knife w/a 5" blade and red tortoise shell looking handle in an old leather sheath that had a greened over snap on it in the display case. I would walk to the store almost everyday during the summer just to look and always stopped and looked at that knife for way too long. I don't recall the price but after a few times viewing it the old guy said I could have it for $2.50. In passing I mentioned it to my dad who let me know that is was NOT going to happen. That was more $$ than I thought had and I knew my parents wouldn't let me have the $$ or the knife. After a few more visits I couldn't stand it anymore and went home and emptied my piggy bank, counted out 250 pennies, put them in an old sock and headed for the store to do the bad thing. The old guy counted out my pennies, reached into the case and set the knife on the counter, I was almost afraid to touch it. I carefully put it in my old sock and headed home with no intention of telling my parents. There was a hole in the back of the sheath where someone had put the knife through at some point. I couldn't put it down whenever I was alone, I think I even hid it outside somewhere for a while so I didn't have to keep sneaking it out. It was never very sharp luckily but I could do some damage to a soft stick.
When I was 8 my uncle gave me a Camillus Boy Scout knife that I wasn't really fond of, it didn't look like a cool hunting knife to an 8 yo. Shortly after that I got careless and the Bowie got discovered, I got in a little trouble, mostly for emptying my piggy bank. It was confiscated but returned a year later.
Some years later I busted off the plastic handle and put it in a deer antler. I still have both the Camillus and the old Bowie.