I only have one knife. As I've shared before, I lost my possessions in a tornado. I have since come to the conclusion that we all have too much. I used to collect a few things: knives, guns, Native American artifacts, toy tractors. I now just have one knife, the one use everyday.
Oddly, of everything I lost, I miss a knife the most. I was about 4 years old, not much over that if any. I was spending the day with my grandfather. I was standing behind him, as he hand milked a cow. He was sitting on an old milking stool. I can still see the whole scene to this day. The cow kept flopping her tail, hitting him in the side of the head. When he stood up, and turned around he reached in his pocket, and got out an old wooden handeled Barlow knife, and handed it to me to go cut a hay string for him. When I returned, he told me to stick the knife in my pocket, and that I could have it. I carried it for many years, and when I got old enough to understand the significance of the knife, I put it away for safe keeping. Apparently, a safety deposit box is the best place for your family heirlooms, and not a display case.