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It’s amazing how a single experience can excite a passion. When I was was 6 my grandfather gave me a small single blade lock back knife. Which I promptly cut my hand with. Naturally, the experience of having a pocket knife was short lived and my mother took it away. Later grandfather gave me another pocket knife and having learned from my prior experience I treated the blade with more respect. That being said, I eventually cut myself and my mother took the blade away again. This cycle went on for years! The top of the ‘fridge became a graveyard of knives I couldn't have. Eventually around 14 years old I told my mother that I was going to just make them myself! She laughed. Well here we are now, and if she only knew how often I cut myself making knives There wouldn’t be any room on the ‘fridge. So around 16 years old. Shortly before I joined the Marines friend of mine and I built a forge in his backyard. We designed and erected a small shed centered around a charcoal forge and railroad track anvil. It was a small space with limited tools more limited knowledge. That year we started attending a yearly bladesmith seminar at the Ashokan Reservoir in upstate New York. When I would come home on leave I would spend most of the time at the forge and he would teach me what I had missed at Ashokan that year. Eventually, I felt confident enough to venture out and get my own gear. The problem is that I was on active duty! Things had to get experimental! I owned a pickup truck, so I decided to order an NC forge, tongs, light anvil, and hammer. I kept all of this in the back of my truck and would drive it out to the lake on Miramar just to forge. After the Corps, I moved home and continued to forge out of my garage. After a while, I decided to use my GI Bill go to art school in NYC. As you guessed, getting a forge going in the city is almost impossible! But it can be done, and Chapman Knives is proof.