Another time, another planet.
At a very young age (7 or 8) I had a folding knife that I carried all the time. All my pals did too. Of course we were not Sharks and Jets type kids, but we were just kids who made spears and slingshots in the woods. Cut fishing poles and our initials in things. We were acceptable Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn kids.
Times have changed. I hate it when this happens. Now a young boy with a knife is considered a social menace, a veritable pariah.
I hope it was some young boy's knife and at the moment he's getting another one. This time with a lanyard.
Jennings