K is for KNIFE!
I'm glad I grew up in a time when it wasn't a sign of criminal intent to have a knife in your pocket. I got my first one when I was about six years old...my maternal grandparents gave it to me as a holiday gift. It had a picture of the Lone Ranger on one side and a silver bullet on the other...I still have it...still have my trusty Boy Scout knife too. There's nothing quite as handy as a sharp pocket knife. I still carry one every day and find a use for it almost every day. I've had to turn around and go back to the truck to stash my knife on more than one occasion when I've forgotten about the no "weapons" rule in many public buildings. Ah...the good old days!