I just wanted to show you what I found last weekend. My first fixed blade! I got it from my grandfather when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was with my grandparents that weekend and could work with it the whole weekend. I was a scout back then and already had a SAK and knew how to handle a knife, and my grandparents (especialy my grandfather) were outdoors with me quite a lot and always supported my desire to carry stuff like knifes, cord, band-aids, and my grandfather supplied me with metal cans all the time (tobaco cans, in fact. I loved them, they smelled so good!). When I came home with this "murder thing" my mother was shocked and took it away from me
I was allowed to keep the compass, the grindstone and the "survival" stuff that was inside (some fishing hooks, a little bit of cord, wire... I can't remember exactly). All that stuff is gone now. I believed she threw the knive away. My grandparents both died last year. This weekend I asked my mom if she could remember that huge knife my grandfather gave me when I was a little girl. To my surprise she went away and a few minutes later she came back with that knife! She kept it all that time for me, and didn't tell me a word about it. Now I have it back.
It's bad quality, nothing special about it. But the story behind it is special, and it's the only knife that I still have back from that time!