I distinctly remember receiving my first pocket knife at the age of 13 from my uncle as a Christmas present. It was a pretty big moment, as I had never really played with a pocket knife prior to that. I wore the small little Schrade nearly every day and thought I was the coolest kid in town – despite nearly cutting my thumb off (which I appropriately blamed on a piece of faulty machinery – sorry Dad.) It lasted a year or so until the tip broke clean off while my Dad was attempting to shuck oysters with it. The Schrade was a nice knife – and taught me an interesting fact; knives have a high attrition rate, you're either going to lose them, break them, or wear them out. While at the age of 13 I couldn't exactly afford this nearly two-hundred dollar ($185 to be exact) Benchmade knife – it does represent nearly everything that I would have wanted at that age.