My son has two of his own, a newly 7 year old, and a younger lad. My son just loves to spend time outside with his boys, working on their bikes, yard work, sports things, cars and such. They don't have a TV and don't let the boys sit with I phones and I pads and such. In fact the older one got a small buckle fracture of his forearm when he and dad were competing in a trail ride, and after two weeks, he had to have his cast replaced beaus it had lots of twigs and dirt and debris in it. His mom told the ortho doc, "...what do you expect, he lives outside..."
The 7 year old keeps saying he wants a "pocket knife", but I and his mom and dad don't feel he is quite old enough yet for a sharp blade. "....what could possibly go wrong..." When I was in second grade, I about wacked off my left index finger with my hatchet. I have a nice, perfect scar on that finger from that exuberance. Shortly after that adventure, I cut my foot with that hatchet, and there was so much blood my mom passed out. My dad put the hatchet away for awhile.
He told his mom and dad yesterday that he remembers when we had him out to CO recently, and we let him use a steak knife at a restaurant.
For the past few years, I have given a number of my own sheath and folders to my son, with the intent that he will present them to his lads when he feels they are old enough.
I remember when I was a Scout that before I could carry a blade I had to earn a certificate called a "Toten Chip". My grandson told me his scout troop, something called Tigers, has something similar he wants to earn.
I can't recall when I first had my own blade, and have the scars from that learning experience. But when it is right, he and his younger sibling will receive their first blades from their mom and dad. And no doubt will proudly carry and use them.
When you are a father, or a grandfather, there is almost nothing more fulfilling that watching them pass thru the phases of growing up that we once did. And I want to be there when Ollie gets his first "pocket knife."
All the best... SF VET
The 7 year old keeps saying he wants a "pocket knife", but I and his mom and dad don't feel he is quite old enough yet for a sharp blade. "....what could possibly go wrong..." When I was in second grade, I about wacked off my left index finger with my hatchet. I have a nice, perfect scar on that finger from that exuberance. Shortly after that adventure, I cut my foot with that hatchet, and there was so much blood my mom passed out. My dad put the hatchet away for awhile.
He told his mom and dad yesterday that he remembers when we had him out to CO recently, and we let him use a steak knife at a restaurant.
For the past few years, I have given a number of my own sheath and folders to my son, with the intent that he will present them to his lads when he feels they are old enough.
I remember when I was a Scout that before I could carry a blade I had to earn a certificate called a "Toten Chip". My grandson told me his scout troop, something called Tigers, has something similar he wants to earn.
I can't recall when I first had my own blade, and have the scars from that learning experience. But when it is right, he and his younger sibling will receive their first blades from their mom and dad. And no doubt will proudly carry and use them.
When you are a father, or a grandfather, there is almost nothing more fulfilling that watching them pass thru the phases of growing up that we once did. And I want to be there when Ollie gets his first "pocket knife."
All the best... SF VET