You can travel around me just by wandering the earth. The famous Trotters wear me proudly in their name to show their basketball worth. I am Shakespeare’s historic stage, a glass light fixture, and a perfect geometric sphere. I am the very map of the world, yet I can mean any round object found right here. What am I?

In 1834, I was the first of my kind. My one and only job I did just fine. The milkman didn't like me much, but that crisper drawer is oh so clutch.

I armor a finger, while needles invade, I once toured a board where fortunes were made. A tiny tin helmet, no soldier inside, Where giants sew kingdoms, I happily hide.

Milk me for pleasure, but addiction may bite. My tiny black seeds make your bagel just right. A flower from the East, with history in bloom, I've altered both fortunes and empires in my room.

I witnessed dinosaurs come and go, I was liquid before I was solid, Mountains are just piles of me, Yet I fit in your palm so small. What am I?