On the first day of preschool I am drawn to the same question. While other kids ran towards the blocks & kitchenette, I beelined to the globe in the corner of the room. 

My mom tells this story when I call home & get quiet towards the end. She says my four-year-old hand caressed that plastic world & beheld its cerulean tilt & spin: if nobody can live here, then why does it exist?