When I was a teenager I remember me and one of my school friends being fascinated with knives and we even started making our own ones (of cause never finalized). My mother was extremely affraid of my with tools and knifes so I wasn’t even allowed to have it anyway. When I became a “boy scout” and got the “knife certificate” I was allowed anyway and when my grandfather found an already old knife in a dumbster and gave it to me as a gift. I was thrilled! Of cause it wasn’t really sharp and the blade was almost black already then.