Yeah I had all kinds of pocket knives from a young age, maybe 6 or 7. I also used to make all kinds of weapons out of anything I could gather. I went to a Royal show type thing when I was about 10 and my uncle talked my father into buying me a BB gun. When we got home my mother went bezerk about it, yet somehow I was still allowed to have it and play with it. I'm pretty sure they just insisted that I didn't kill birds or animals with it, which I thought was fair enough.
Some of my favourite creations were:
- 9v motorised piece of meccano with razor blades strapped onto each end
- Bicycle pump operated pin launcher. (The pin was wrapped in cotton wool on one end to make it fly)
- Truck ball bearing mace.
I also played with fire a fair bit.
My father also let me do driving lessons when I was 10, fully in control of the car.
Amazingly enough I never fucked myself up in way by doing any of this stuff, I am not sure if this is related to the OCD but I have always been very cautious about the way I take risks.