I wanted a pocket knife so I could learn how to whittle and survive wilderness adventures since I…
Meg Renninger

Once my Dad got all of my brothers knives for Christmas but didn’t get me one. I gave him so much crap that for about 5 years I got something sharp for every holiday culminating in a machete on my 21st birthday.

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