Globe Trotting

I remember the first day we got a globe,

We unwrapped it,

Curious as ever,

I sat and stared in awe,

This is it,

This is the world,

Laid out before me,

It is not what I expected,

I spun the globe until it squeaked with exhaustion,

Maybe it was the spinning,

Maybe it was the colors,

Maybe it was the possibility that floated in the air,

Maybe it was my simple fascination,

Or maybe it was my future unfolding before me,

Countless hours were spent inspecting,

Wondering,

Pointing,

And playing games with myself,

Saying what if?

But who knew then that I would eventually live where my tiny hand had ended up,

Where my miniscule fingers would point,

Who knew I would travel to those continents,

And who knew that those memories of spinning the globe would stick,

Maybe it was the spinning,

Maybe it was the colors,

But I believe it was my future unfolding,

That globe took me places I never imagined and places I never pointed too.

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