Swiss Knives Express offers a free knife if you submit a Swiss Army Knife story that is published or used on their website. Here are some of the interesting stories and uses that people have for Swiss Army knives.
Story 1 – R. Reyes of Keller, TX
I grew up in a family that doesn’t use knives. The only knives in the house were kitchen knives and they were incredibly dull. Both of my parents were raised the same way. Neither of them had a knife phobia, but they were wary of knives. So when I was 13, I went to the local Target. Then I bought a Victorinox Spartan knife and I loved it. My dad, on the other hand, didn’t. After a long discussion, my mother convinced my father to let me keep it. The following year, every member of my family had a Swiss Army knife or a multi-tool of some kind. I now have five Victorinox knives that are rotating to carry every day. My dad thanked me for buying him one the following week after he used it to take apart a chair in his office. I love SAK and always will.
Story 2 – Mr. Ceranski from Phoenix, AZ
When I was about 10 years old, my dad gave me a Swiss Army knife, well, it was a knockoff, but I didn’t know that! It is red and has a lot of functions. I’ve always had it with me, but never really used it, unless we went camping. Then there was the phase I went through when I thought I could carve a kachina doll! My dad had me practice skinning the outside of a branch to get to the wood inside, just in case he ever needed to know! He and my grandfather always carried a pocket knife, so it seemed normal to me. In fact, I am expanding my collection: so far I have a Victorinox and a Wenger.
As a mother of two boys, for the past few months I have had my original SAK in my pocket: a lanyard attached to and hooked to my belt. I have used it so much! Dad has cancer and is on oxygen now, so when we go out on a date and he needs a new tank, I use it to cut the tape that covers the holes in the neck of the tank. That happens several times a week. I’ve also found it very useful around the house: opening packages, letters, CDs, anything taped up…the list goes on. My oldest son often tells me “Mom! Just take out your knife and cut it!” I think the last time it happened was last weekend when I went out to buy new shoes for the kids. I wanted to use the new ones outside the store. So, I took my Swiss Army knife out of my pocket, wondered if security would show up, cut through the plastic that held the shoes together, and we walked out with the old shoes in the boxes. Nobody ever said a word.
Story 3: Chris from somewhere in the US
I was born in 1983. Once I was old enough to figure things out, I started watching MacGyver and fell in love with not only the show, but also the knives he used. The Swiss Army Knife has become something I wanted for years and I finally got one on my 12th birthday. I picked it myself, at Red SwissChamp. He treasured that knife and used it constantly.
