A Boyhood Recaptured
I sat down at my desk and wrote a story involving four children growing up in 1968 set in rural Wales. In the story I recounted several activities and pastimes I did as that boy. Most of those involved the use of a penknife. After finishing the story I got somewhat nostalgic, and remembered the cheap pen knife I owned as an 8 year old. I am happy to say thanks to Heinnie Haynes, I now own a pocket knife that is like a time-machine, in that it has allowed me to travel back in time to that boy making a bow and arrow. The Rough Rider Canoe is excellent. The perfect size, and not overly adorned with unnecessary tools and gadgets. It was razor sharp out of the box and easy to open. But it is the sheer delight of holding a really simple, but incredibly beautiful green knife, which can transport this 52 year old back into the 60's where carrying a pocket knife was essential and not like attitudes today where law abiding people like my peers here can be criminalised for simply having a penknife, which some of us have carried for years.