This Swiss Army Knife was a Christmas present almost thirty years ago, when I was seven years old. It was a present from a friend of my parents from Germany. I remember unwrapping it and seeing a little yellow note attached to the side of the red box. It essentially said to let me have the knife on my 10th birthday. In retrospect, I'm guessing my parents wrote the note. I've never used the fish scaler, and I lost the tweezers sometime around 1985. It still goes camping with me several times a year. Tonight I used the corkscrew when I couldn't find another.
In other words, not a bad gift.
