It is a tough assignment for a child to know where a daydream ends and impossibility begins!
.. it will give information when you need it, like a dictionary.
The grownup straightened away from the fence, preparing to walk off. Behind a dam pressed grief and anger for the death of the man he called Purcell.
"And any time you want to be the old chief, at any age he lived, just make believe you are him."
Grief and anger pressed more strongly against the dam, and the man turned and left rapidly, letting his thoughts flicker and scatter through private memories that Ronny did not share, that no one shared, breaking thought contact with everyone so that the man could be alone in his own mind to have his feelings in private.
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Ronny picked up the empty glass that had held his chocolate milk from the back steps where he had left it and went inside. As he stepped into the kitchen, he knew what another kitchen had looked like for a five-year-old child who had been Purcell ninety years ago. There had been an iron sink, and a brown-and-green-spotted faucet
Well, this was the *beginning* of a good story. Unfortunately, it shuts off just as things start to get interesting.
Considering it was written in 1953, the story is not dated at all. A scientist is jailed by the government for not revealing how his work could be used as a weapon, and a telepathic child works the old man's experiences into his afternoon playtime. Excellent characters all around, good plotting, and a poignant ending.
It's about a little telepathic kid who can channel the thoughts and memories of living and dead characters. He shares (among others) the thoughts, memories and physical experiences of a scientist dying in prison for not giving in to the military who want to use his antitoxin discoveries for germ warfare. A neighbor telepath encourages him to remember the scientists concepts to keep the research alive for it's benefits. But he's just a little kid...
Comment: "Telepaths for political action unite!" We need you now! Just think about it at least...