Posting in my "Memories" journal.
I was about 8 years old, it was the early 90s, and I was at some second-hand store in Morro Bay. A 1980s style survival knife straight out of the movies and with a big compass in the hilt was lying in the display case. Ma let me buy it. Boy, that knife was wicked cool and my pride and joy for YEARS. I stuffed it full of water proof matches in a little ziplock. It was in an old black leather sheath with a small pouch for a stone sharpener. My first knife of many. I still love knives to this day and carry one with me every day. Thanks Ma.