You are blindfolded.
You swipe and hit nothing.
You figure out where the Piñata is, and give a mighty
swing. The trouble is the game is rigged. Just when you swing, some sadistic
person pulls the rope holding the Piñata. It jerks up out of your reach, and
you hit air—again.
Finally some smart or macho or small child they feel
sorry for is allowed to hit the Piñata.
It breaks—they are so tough they take quite a
beating--there is a mad scramble for the candy. The aggressive kids grab the
most, the timid ones get a measly amount. Sharks and guppies--again.
Wow. Isn’t this fun?
Is this to teach kids about life?
And what might those lessons be?
When my kids were young, and being in San Diego
where Piñatas were abundant, we would often get one for a birthday.
Usually I chose a cute animal, and my first born child wouldn’t let us break
it. Instead, we performed a cesarean section. We would open a small hole in the
belly, the candy would pour forth, the kids got the candy, and Viola' the
Piñata lived to see another day.
It lived out its life as a bedroom decoration.
Well, see, there is a solution.
We can make our own rules.
Isn’t it about time?!
P.S. Okay okay, I
love Piñatas, I just don't like hitting/breaking them. Look at that cute donkey
face.