I only think I had a Worldview was because my parents watched the news at dinner almost every night. I realize that by 15 my direction was heavily influenced by stuff I found amusing without fully understanding: Pogo collections from the McCarthy years, the communist manifesto, Kurt Vonnegut's Cats Cradle, Erma Bombeck and Judith Viorst. One very weird influential item was The Fall And Rise of Reginald Perrin, which is very odd considering it was about the existential crisis of a middle aged British guy in a corporate environment which was even then evaporating and I was a 15 year old in Orlando Florida. I can't quite explain what I got from them, beyond avoiding a career until my mid 30s. I haven't been able to return to those books, not because I think they haven't aged well, but because I suspect they'd now be unbearably sad rather than funny.