My first knife was a folder with two blades and a bone handle, don't know the manufacturer. My dad gave it to me when I was very young, six or seven I think. I got in trouble once for having it at school (grade three) and I was told to stop carrying it. I told my dad, who said something like, "that's ridiculous. What kind of boy doesn't carry a knife?" and so I carried it until I lost it. I replaced it with an opinel, around age ten, and then dropped that off a fishing boat on the West Coast of Vancouver Island a few years later.
After that I had a lot of different knives, half of which were probably Moras. Right now I can see four moras within three feet of where I am sitting, plus a few other knives. I'm not a knife nut but I can't imagine not having one, and if, as a parent, I ever have a run-in with the local elementary school staff, I can hear myself asking that old familiar question, "What kind of boy doesn't carry a knife?"