Recently I bought a new desktop organizer, a bunch of little slots for pens and pencils and nail files and clippers and Windex wipes and glasses cloths. I thought it might be nice to pull out one of my two (identical!) Swiss Army knives so I have blade and scissors and screwdriver handy too.
Looking at this knife, I realized I've owned it since I was, I dunno, about 14.
Everything on it still works fine — I sharpened the blade, and ordered some new toothpicks (the tweezers are still in it)—which is amazing considering how long I've owned it, how many changes it's been through, and how many adventures it's seen.
Off the top of my head, I can't think of anything I've had longer.
No wait. My bible was given me in 1962, when I was eight. It hasn't seen as much use.
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