When I was 11, I had my baseball glove taken from me by a group of older boys in Hamilton Park. While we were cruising the neighborhood in the patrol car looking for them, One of them (there were 2 per car those days)looked back at me and asked why didn't use my knife. I told him I left it at school. he said "Don't forget it again."
Very true story.
That is the kind of cops that I grew up with.