My smallest knife is also my oldest knife (longest ownership anyways). My wonderful Granddad gave it to me when I was about 12 or so (about 1970). I carried it with me everywhere I went for probably close to 15 years, until I thought I'd lost it one day. Once I found it I put it away for safe keeping. I sharpened it religiously as a youngster, as you can see. It got a lot of use over the years, and is one of my life's little treasures.
Sometime after I was a teenager he also gave me a Sod Buster, but unfortunately I did lose that one some years later.