February 1974

I want make it be dark I want it way, way, way dark. I gonna get bigger, bigger and the whole world gonna shine and I gonna be the sun and there be lines on me not any head, not any bottom. I be a face and I be the dark and I be the light and I be the shining and I be the sun and shine the people and they say, there’s the sun max, make the big bird, and he’s gonna ride in the train and he’s gonna hold a little tiny baby, he plays and frays, and wash his face, and plays trucks, and gacks, and the whole world is proud, me writing good stories. I didn’t make it up, it come from the sun. By James Anatole Lindbloom, 3 1/2 (transcribed by his mother) Poughkeepsie, New York