While packing up boxes for my mom two weeks ago (she's now disabled and can't do too much), I came across something. I found my very first pocket knife. Couldn't believe it really, thought it was long gone. Many of my fond childhood memories took place with this guy in my pocket. Especially fishing with my brother at our camp in the Adirondacks. Although it is a cheap Twain made knife, it holds a special place. Nice to have it back!