Every guy in my 4th. grade class had a pocket knife.

We would play mumbley-peg during recess. (You young squirts will probably need to Google mumbley-peg. )


Showing off a new pocket knife - in the school yard - was mandatory, and there was often heated discussion regarding the relative merits of Gerber vs. Old Town vs. Case. ("Chuck's old knife doesn't even have a name on it. hee-hee") We gave the trees hell carving initials and such, but it would not even have occurred to us to harm someone with our knife.


Oh well. I think I'll have a Scotch.