Both of my parents were raised Granulator Knife. Neither one had a knife phobia, but they were wary of knives. So, when I was 13, I went to the local Target. I then bought a Victorinox Spartan knife and loved it. My dad, on the other hand, didn't. After a long discussion, my mother convinced my dad to let me keep it. By the next year, every one of my family members had a Swiss knife or multitool of some sort. I now have five Victorinox knives that are in rotation for my every day carrying. My dad thanked me for buying him one the next week after he used it to disassemble a chair at his office. I love SAK's and always will.
When I was about 10, my dad gave me a Swiss Army knife - well, it was a knock off, but I didn't know that! It's red and has a bunch of functions. I've always had it with me, but never really used it, unless we went camping. Then there was the phase I went through when I thought I could whittle a kachina doll! My dad had me practice skinning the outside of a branch to get to the wood inside - just in case I ever needed to know! He and my grandfather always carried a pocket knife, so it seemed normal to me. I'm actually expanding my collection - I have one Victorinox and one Wenger so far.
As a mom of two boys, for the last several months I have had my original SAK in my pocket: lanyard attached, and clipped to my belt loop. I've used it so much! Dad has cancer and is on oxygen now, so when we're out for an appointment and he needs a new tank, I use it to cut the tape that covers the holes on the neck of the tank.
That happens several times a week. I also have found it very useful around the house - opening packages, letters, CDs, anything taped closed... the list goes on. My oldest son often says to me "Mom! Just get out your knife and CUT it!" I think the last time that happened was last weekend when out shopping for new shoes for the kids. He wanted to wear his new ones out of the store. So, I got my Swiss Army knife out of my pocket, wondered if security would appear, and cut the plastic that held the shoes together, and we checked out with the old shoes in the boxes. No one ever said a word.
When I was about 10, my dad gave me a Swiss Army knife - well, it was a knock off, but I didn't know that! It's red and has a bunch of functions. I've always had it with me, but never really used it, unless we went camping. Then there was the phase I went through when I thought I could whittle a kachina doll! My dad had me practice skinning the outside of a branch to get to the wood inside - just in case I ever needed to know! He and my grandfather always carried a pocket knife, so it seemed normal to me. I'm actually expanding my collection - I have one Victorinox and one Wenger so far.
As a mom of two boys, for the last several months I have had my original SAK in my pocket: lanyard attached, and clipped to my belt loop. I've used it so much! Dad has cancer and is on oxygen now, so when we're out for an appointment and he needs a new tank, I use it to cut the tape that covers the holes on the neck of the tank.
That happens several times a week. I also have found it very useful around the house - opening packages, letters, CDs, anything taped closed... the list goes on. My oldest son often says to me "Mom! Just get out your knife and CUT it!" I think the last time that happened was last weekend when out shopping for new shoes for the kids. He wanted to wear his new ones out of the store. So, I got my Swiss Army knife out of my pocket, wondered if security would appear, and cut the plastic that held the shoes together, and we checked out with the old shoes in the boxes. No one ever said a word.