I really like a nice knife. When I was about 4, the only thing I really wanted that my parents wouldn't let me have was a penknife. Anyway when I was about 7, I saved and saved. We used to go on holiday to Littlehampton by train and when we got there, Mum and my older sister used to go and do a huge shop because we used to get a taxi from Littlehampton to the caravan site and then it was all walking or busses until the taxi back to the train station at the end of the holidays. My Dad and I used to go and buy sweets and a bucket and spade and he would buy himself a little tin of cafe creme cigars...anyway as was often the case in those days, the tobacconist sold penknives and I always could twist my Dad around my finger.......My mother had a total fit when she got back and saw my brand new knife and all my dad would say was that at least he had only let me buy a small knife and not the one I really wanted! I wish I still had the knife but I lost it :( I now have a rather fine collection of Swiss Army knives as well as my kitchen knives.