My first knife i got from my grandad when we went on a fishing trip to the hill loch above the house, he died soon after so i guess i must have been around 6ish so perhaps 1977/78, i still have it somewhere as it's a really nice ivory handled two blade knife, one blade is small and slightly curved and the other has the standard 2.5" rounded end.
I didn't have the sort of upbringing that i guess the vast majority of stw'rs had as i was brought up in darkest Galloway and the outer reaches of Argyll, we used to take our knives/fishing rods to primary school in Argyll as we were allowed to go fishing in the burn that ran close to the school if we did well in class or behaved exceptionally well (there was less than 20 kids in the entire village school), at lunchtimes we would head off into the big forest behind the school and play in our treehouses and massive rope swings that dropped us into the waterfall pool which was brill in the summer - knifes/bow & barrows (proper ones) were just a given for us as kids, we all had them from the biggest swiss army knifes to the latest Rambo style knives with a compass on the end and matches/fishing line+hooks/twine etc in the hollow handle.
(At the risk of causing an uproar) We all owned our own air guns or air pistols as well, i started of with a .177 diana pistol for my 8th birthday, for my 10th i had progressed onto a .22 Webley Tempest, for my 12th i got a Weihruach HW77 .22 rifle with telescopic sights - Awesome gun...i was a friggin ace shot - i could place 10 slugs through a ping pong ball (stolen from the school games hall) at the length of our garden (quite a distance away).
Also got a 24cc brashing chainsaw for my 12th birthday as my dad worked in the wood at that time so every weekend and school holidays i used to work ahead of him and brash all the trees and he'd come along behind me and fell them, then i'd back up and work along the felled trees-he'd cut the larger ones into sized logs and i'd cut the rest and bing them for pulp, then throw the brash into the centre for our run at the end of the day wi the forwarder to collect them and take them to the roadside. i got to drive the forwarder and the large wood tractors so i was king of the forest as far as i was concerned.
It was bloody hard work and often bollock freezingly cold in the winter but i was getting paid well for my labour and more often than not i used to really enjoy it as i could buy pretty much anything i wanted with my own money.
I'm so glad i was brought up in that way in the countryside, i'd consider it to be soul destroying to be brought up in a city or town - i need the hills and forest around me, still do to this day.
EDIT : just read the last page of replies.
Ninja stars ....especially home made ones out of my dads workshop made from sheet steel and carefully cut out so they are perfectly symmetrical and spin through the air with ease, i used to love the satisfying "thunk" as they slammed deep into a tree, or the door. I later learned to drill a series of small holes around the stars to aid in removal as you could place a length of rope/twine through the hole and yank them out with ease and they used to hang from a large karabiner type keyring from my belt....we were tooled up kids ready and waiting for the coming Zombie apocalypse , shame the Zombies never came as we would have whipped their arse!.